Three year olds. They move too much. Way too much.
I haven’t been around very many three year olds but I am certain of one thing. They are balls of hyper-energy escaping in the form of skipping and giggling and spit bubbles. This particular three year old moved so much that not even the continuous setting on the kahuna kept up with her. Hell, I couldn’t even keep up with her. I don’t know how her mother does it. Probably super powers. No – definitely super powers.
I visited yet another friend with a new baby last week. And I’m taking my sweet time sorting through the shots I got of said friend with new baby. (More on that later. Like when I actually get on the computer at home to do something productive.)
But her three year old? Maddie? In a word: whoa.
This child is a whirlwind, constantly on the go, giggling and being funny, talking and talking and talking and… I’m sure you get the point. But she loves her new baby sister. A lot. I lost count of how many kisses she planted on her little sister.
But even with this little tornado swirling around us, I was able to get her to sit in her rocking chair and to look at me. And I snagged a photo. One that wasn’t blurry. Because she was still for zero point two seconds. *high five*
Maddie is such a cute little girl. At three, she has so much personality and you can see the little person she’s becoming. The thing you (“you” being the fine people of the interweb) don’t know is that she looks just like her daddy. Everyone that knows the family has known that Maddie looks like her daddy since she was six months old. The spitting image, people. It’s a really good thing Charlie looks good in a skirt.