Your New Year's Resolution? "Leown." Four years old is too much fun...like a thousand.

This is what four years old looks like: a business-savvy, life-of-the-party, passionate spirit. Watch out.

You've somehow shifted from toddler to girl—and I keep forgetting you're only three.

The winter of three (and a half) years old—and I'm already ruining your life.

Happy New Year, my sweet. "What's happenin'," you ask? Here it goes.

Welcome to the era of the threenager.

Dear Lulu...You started school, and we've officially decided to call this place home. What a month.

Dear Lulu...Eloquence, potty conquering...bedtime? Can't win 'em all.

Summer fun and NYC!!!! What an introduction.

Dear Lulu...Where the heck is Glinda?! My face hurts from trying to contain all the joy. Living the dream of you.

Dear Lulu...I want to freeze this moment and keep you at this age for so much longer than time will allow.

Dear Lulu...Sweetness and sass and 14-word sentences: This is 2 1/2.

Dear Lulu...Who says you can't reason with toddlers? I think you're way too smart for all of us.

Dear Lulu...Words are the #1 theme this month, and one word in particular: OWN!

Dear Lulu...You're a linguist, you count to 10, and you shriek as emphatically as you snuggle. Two is pretty fantastic.

Dear Lulu...You've started talking in full sentences, and every day is the epitome of fun, even with that two-year-old spunk.

Dear Lulu...Surprise! Yup, still here. You're just too darn astounding to stop writing about. At least for now.

Dear Lulu...You are two years old, and all of my memories of you will never be memories of yours. This is why I write.

Dear Lulu...Month 23 was full of spirit, sass, curiosity, empathy, and adjustment to a new family reality.

Dear Lulu...Month 22 birthed our first real glimpse of "real" toddlerhood, and it's the greatest game ever.

Dear Lulu...Who knew that month 21 would be a developmental earthquake?! Here's how you shake our world...

Dear Lulu...You are my brilliant, curious, nature-loving, independent little woman...and words have arrived!

Dear Lulu...You understand everything, you make your wants known, and you are a little lady in all your greatness.

Dear Lulu...We've been breathing the same air for 18 months. I don't think I'll ever catch my breath again.

Dear Lulu...You are light, you are levity, you remind us to keep gratitude close. In your words, "Wowa."

Dear Lulu...You remain a tall force of nature who maintains a questionable relationship with sleep...and who finally has some words.

Dear Lulu...Christmas + COVID: This month is brought to you by the letter "C."

Dear Lulu...Some serious earthshaking happened this month, and you’re suddenly a little woman.

You're a wild woman who knows what she wants, you understand basically everything...and you're only one.

Dear Lulu...You are one year old, and I have no idea where to begin.

Dear Lulu...We made it one full year. At the tender age of one, you're somehow already a fully formed human.

Dear Lulu...You are a standing, clapping, flower monster, and everything is just around the corner.

Dear Lulu...You are officially a person: full of heart, spunk, courage, curiosity, and all kinds of passion.

Dear Lulu...You in a word? Dynamo. A nonstop bundle of wonder. Your Papa's energy and my independence. Look out.

Dear Lulu...You have changed so much this month. It's hard to capture everything in our fast-paced world!

Dear Lulu...You are everything. Okay, okay. I’ll be more specific.

Dear Lulu...You have been in this world for half a year, and I have to say: way to go, us.

Dear Lulu...We have ventured into new territories, and it has finally hit: I'm your Mama.

Dear Lulu...You are becoming a little person, so spirited, so strong, and with a smile that breaks me.

Dear Lulu...You are growing and changing so much. It's tough to keep up when everything is a "first!"

My love, This was a very exciting month, it being your first Christmas and all. So, let's start there...

Dear Lulu...We've journeyed through Month 2! And we're all feeling a little more human.

Dear Lulu...Month 1 was a whirlwind, but we made it! Thank goodness I took some notes, because it's all a blur...

Dear Baby...Your name is Emmylou. Our little Lulu. Let's begin with the story of your birth...

Dear Baby...Let me tell you a tale of two emotions. Okay, really, it’s a tale of raging hormones. But it's mostly about joy.

Life is a great big canvas, Baby. Some days call for throwing, and some days call for flowing. We do the best we can.

Dear Baby...I've been been thinking about spirituality, and I can't wait to watch you find your own way.

Dear Baby...In a time when everything feels discombobulated, you've been a constant connection to life...

Dear Baby...Let me tell you about your grandmothers.

Enter the third trimester: a reminder that anything can be.