This and That, Part II

Dear Viv,
The weather is getting warmer and I find us barreling towards your third birthday.  It's been months since we've had to buy diapers and that makes us two very proud parents.  Your days at daycare are spent in tulle and satin.  Luckily they have a pretty extensive dress-up area which you utilize to the fullest.  Every evening when I pick you up, I have to wrestle you out of an ill-fitting, green, spaghetti strap number as you howl, "two more minutes Mommy!".  You love to color and moderate conversations between two verbose unicorn figurines.  You make your sister squeal with laughter with your one and only dance move, rump shaker.  Viv, you have no problem sticking up for yourself and seem to prefer taking care of your own business.  That being said, the sight of a hairbrush will bring tears to your eyes.  What a sensitive scalp you have!  Every night, you sit contently, listening to your sister sound out words.  Viv, I am so grateful for your patience.  Not only do you know how to take the spotlight, but you share it too.  My very favorite part of the day with you is spent in the rocking chair right before bed.  You always ask your Dad or I to "rock it down" with you.  We sing, you let me breathe your hair; your brown eyes twinkling with the night light...it's absolutely perfect.  I could do this forever with you. 
Love,
Mom