
Dear Evie,
3 Years ago mommy and daddy got married. I also said vows to Oakley ("Klee" as you call him).Those promises I made to Oakley I also made to you the moment I found out I was pregnant. I promised to be the best mommy that I could and to try to model a good marriage for you. You know that mommy and daddy do not have the perfect marriage but we are both determined to give you two the best life possible. I feel like you give back to us in ten fold. You are such a source of joy and pride.

You've always been a talker. If there is a room full of people you will be heard. If there is a key speaker you will talk over them. But now the babbling has turned to words and I feel like I have to do a double take when you ask me a question and I answer you. Soon I will be having conversations for you and I'm so excited for that. I know that you will have lots of questions and I promise you that I will do my best to answer them honestly. For the really tough ones? Go ask your father. :)

In the past few days you've started to speak in sentences. "Bye dad, going to take a shower" as you wave and saunter away. Some of your words aren't so clear. Like Swiper, Swiper the Fock. When you yell "Fock" during Dora it always needs an explanation to follow. You love, love to brush your teeth but brush teeth comes out as shees shees? And if we don't get the toothpaste on quick enough? SHEES SHEES!
We've tried to take on potty training and you went pee pee on the potty! Once. And haven't since. That wasn't fair to make mommy so hopeful. Now I ask 20 times a day and nothing. Everything that I ask is followed by "no". You want to go potty? "no potty" Do you want cereal? "no cereal" Do you want a million dollars? "no million dollars". Yes the last one actually happened. I just had to check to make sure it wasn't just me. Turns out it is. And the rest of the entire world.

There have been signs that the terrible two's are upon us. There was on Saturday in particular where all I could do was shake my head and sigh. You were impossible. If there is a toddler academy somewhere you are definitely up for the award. The dramatics of it all! The worst are the morning escapades when nothing I do is right and everything is met by meltdowns. Evidentally that is not the sippy cup you wanted and once I get the right one I wasn't supposed to hand it to you but set it on the table so that YOU could pick it up. All of this while trying to get you out the door and myself to work. Don't be surprised if one day I pick you up and throw you over my shoulder like a sack of potatoes and run out the door. I can hear it now "no sack potatoes"

I love you so much sweetheart and you were the best anniversary gift that I could have ever asked for. I am looking forward to all of our conversations.
Love, Mama