At 40lbs, Addison is not little anymore. She repeatedly tells me that she is "too heavy." I wholeheartedly agree. She is master of the potty these days and the queen of chitter chatter. She is a constant stream of thought that spews from her lips whenever she gets excited. Sometimes, it's hard to keep up. Her new loves include painting her fingernails and toenails, swimming in the small pool Grandma bought her and visiting the horses on Jackson Road when she's a "good girl." With her ever growing body, I've decided to put her in a dance camp for a week this summer to see if it's something she enjoys with those long lanky legs she's getting. I can't wait. I say this next sentence with great caution...I think she's getting out of those terrible 3's. It may be a bit early to declare that, but I'm gonna claim it! LOL She is a chasm of love that constanly spills out onto us. It's definitely due to the fact that she has been the most loved child EVER for the last 3 1/2 years. Still the worst bed buddy, she is a professional snuggler which her daddy soaks up every chance he can. Tonight, I rocked her to sleep....because I wanted to. She was game and that made me happy. I smelled her as I rocked her and sang a version of a lullaby that I made up as I went. It was a beautiful song, although I'll never remember all the verses I sang. Too big to carry, but small enough to rock. Although, I imagine if she's fifteen and I can fit her in the recliner with me, I'll rock her then too.