She's, like totally, three.
Our Norah Strongbaby asked for a strawberry cake, so I made her one. She asked for a water bottle because hers smells bad, so we got her one...and then ran to the sporting goods store to get another one when I looked at the tracking information for it and it said it wasn't supposed to arrive for another week. Ahem, but then we checked the mail and it had arrived. And she hugged it when she opened it. Anyway.
We bought a mini-pool so we could re-enact her arrival day three years ago (me sitting in a chair in the backyard, watching Calvin play in the little pool).
Norah is like no one else. I understand her least of all three of my children because she has a mind of her own. I like that about her, except when her will differs from ours as her parents. She is also the most like Veruca Salt, like she wants what she want and she wants it now. But she is also the complete opposite of Veruca, because she says "Thanks, mom," for lots of little mom-tasks I perform for her expecting the be unthanked. She thanks me for dinner, for filling up her water bottle, for making a strawberry cake, for washing her undies and keeping her hair from getting snarls, always saying, "That's nice of you," or "You're a nice girl."