The Thir


At the end of the last Birthday Post for Nugget I made the joke that by the time the I finished posting that rant it would be her third birthday.

A silly joke about how time flies when you're having kids.

Well I blinked and here we are now, Nugget has turned three.

We've gone from having a hilarious two year old, pottering around the house and babbling away to us, to having a three year old that not only babbles but has imaginary friends and never shuts the hell up.

I mean seriously. From the minute she wakes up she talks. I am nearly sure she talks in her sleep, just at a slightly slower speed to day time talking.

But the difference between a two and three year old is amazing. Sure she could talk and do things, but in the last few months we noticed big changes. She knows what she wants and can be pretty damn vocal if she doesn't get it. She wants to be involved in the raising of Jellybean. Holding him, feeding him his bottle, jumping out of bed at the slightly cry to console him. It's equal parts cute and a pain in the ass. The last thing you need the toddler waking the baby when you are downstairs.

I can't be arsed doing all the walking.

But, knowing full well that everyone says this about their kids, she is bloody amazing. We got her a bike and it took six seconds for her to figure it out. Sure it has stabilizer, but peddling and steering is no problem to her.

I could go on and on but I won't, because she will eventually read this and her ego is bad enough at three without needing to tell her more.

Happy Birthday Nugget, you amazing ball of madness. Never change.


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