Dadsy hasn't blogged about you in a few months. One of the reasons why is because in the past few months so much has happened.
We were house hunting for a long time, and in the beginning of the year finally found a house that fit our situation it's about five minutes away from our other house which now we're renting out. Would love the new house at enough detail, but everyone's a while chill still say I miss the old house and everyone's houses. You keep telling stories just like you did before except ARTWORK color. You are so smart I still can remember things from when you were little baby like your belly button or say that black thing on my belly falling up when you're great that whenever we told. And that's without seeing photos of it. I wonder if that isn't possible for me if you just not getting to your mom's iPhone and saw a photo or something.
I thought came to visit us for the second time in February so she could participate in your birthday your third birthday. Can't believe you're that although we didn't have much different stuff with the hottest time because she just loved staying at the house so much, it was like a cottage in the woods for her. You were really nice to vovó several times even calling her vovó wafer because of so much wafer she ate all the time.
I forgot to mention that I also switched jobs at the beginning of the year the company called success factors where I am happier as a professional. Your mom also got her Masters in educational technology and is happier at her job as well.
Your birthday was on 25 March at Gymboree as you say it. You loved having your friends over at your favorite place to play. Then right after that the first week of March is when we moved to the new house. Vovó was here to help us too.
Vovó left March 25th.
It is already April and we still have things to move in the garage.
As you can see we were really busy. And I didn't have much time to blog about you and your growth and your intelligence and your beauty and your sweetness.
What does you know you love pushing the limits. For instance this past month you have picked up on the fact that same words can be cute. So you change every song to sing or every other word you say into the word boo booby. Such as, "how much is that Poopie in the window?..."
You also started thinking the word to "cueca" is great. So you say things like "what are you doing, cueca?!"
For a few months now you've been crying when you see movies, especially when Beast (in Beauty and the Beast) turns into an "angel" and you ball saying "I don't like angels, I don't want him turn into an angel!..."
