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Three years five months
By hissychick | July 4, 2008
You talk and discuss and muse aloud, using words such as interested, dangerous and probiotic in their appropriate contexts with consummate ease. You have so many funny sayings and philosophical questions, as I have faithfully recorded so many times on this blog.
You can dress yourself from head to toe, patiently threading the straps of your shoes through the buckles in a demonstration of your exceptionally fine motor skills. The same cannot be said of your fashion sense, which could be described as unique but is oh so endearing and a source of many beautiful snapshots, like the one I have included at the end of this post. You are starting to draw pictures that are identifiable and promote aspects your world, both real and imagined. And you are starting to colour in your artistic creations too. Perhaps we should take advantage of these new skills and get you to repaint the living area. Although I’ll pick the colour scheme thank you very much.
You have sure and steady motor skills, with your latest skill mastered being the hop, courtesy of physie. During class you listen and try to follow direction, so well l that many parents think you are older than you are. Wish I could say the same at home when it comes to eating vegies, not picking up your sister and going to bed!
Speaking of food you still love it, and have only just recently tried a fussy patch on for size, one in which you are outwitted by your own logic. “I’m hungry”. “Well here’s a choice of fruit”. “No I don’t want fruit”. “Well then you can’t be too hungry”. “But I need a treat”. “You don’t need a sometimes food, you want it. Too much food, especially treats isn’t good for us remember?”. “OK Mummy…” At which point you will sigh and slink away until next time.
All that food has to fuel your brain, as you are still a whizz with numbers (we still play the read the speed sign game) and courtesy of your In the Night Garden fixation you are back to enjoying books again. You’re on the way to reading, knowing what is meant to happen on each page of your favourite stories, and I am quickly and frequently corrected if I don’t read the correct words, or worse, try to skip ahead in an attempt to keep the bedtime routine progressing towards sleep time :“But Mummy, I don’t want to close my eyes because then I can’t see what’s going on”. “umm that’s the point darling, you need to rest so that you can grow and be happy” “But why? ” “Just go to sleep now, we’ll talk about it in the morning”.
You love your little sister, (s)mothering her and often trying your hardest to prevent her from hurting herself in her latest death defying adventure (“E noooo, you can’t climb up on the telly/dishwasher/my cupboard!”). You are first to greet E in the morning, and quick to offer suggestions as to how to soothe her tears (“Maybe she’d like come booby juice Mummy!”).
At times you are a little too exuberant, and this is how many of E’s bumps and scrapes occur. You are also very much aware that picking on your sister will set Mummy off, and will use this to your advantage when you want my attention. However on the whole I don’t think E could ask for a more loving and protective big sister. I know I certainly couldn’t ask for a more emotionally aware and beautifully spirited eldest child.
You now like to give mummy proper kisses, rather than cheek to cheek air ones daarrrling, something you have shied away from until now for some reason that I am sure is very valid to you. It is delightful to have a big sloppy kiss planted on my lips before you confidently go to join your friends at daycare, where you are finally, finally thriving in the much more stimulating ‘big’ kids room, a place where you have older peers who accept and enjoy your advanced speaking and play skills, and more importantly, accept that you are a little quieter and slower to warm to social situations. It’s lovely to watch your confidence grow, and as it does, to see you slowly emerge from your cocoon into the social butterfly that you really are when you are comfortable. My girl is growing up.
But you’re still my baby. I love snuggling up with you in bed at night and giving you your “If I close my eyes Mummy you will give me one last snuggle?” cuddle.
And when I watch you sleeping I see the baby that was, the one who was so desperately wanted and wholeheartedly cherished. I see the beautiful girl that you are now, body and soul. I also see glimpses of the future, the strong, bright and determined woman you will become. And I will always be here for you, your devoted Mummy.
I love you to the stars and beyond.
Topics: I'm a Mum, Threenager alert, Uncategorized, hi ho A is on the go |
Another great post. Dammit why can’t I write just as good as well also?
Now that you have covered both kids with such great expressions of emotions for them, is Daddy the next topic?
Posted by: JLow on July 4th, 2008 at 8:16 amJLow’s last blog post..When it rains, it pours : Baby fell again!
Oh, so wonderful, Mommy, for your girl to know her Mom’s heart.
So touching.
*snif**snif*
Moomykin’s last blog post..Poor Baby
Posted by: Moomykin on July 4th, 2008 at 3:28 pmSigh…that was so BEAUTIFUL!!!
xx Em
Posted by: Em on July 7th, 2008 at 1:11 amWhat a darling!!!
And only a mum knows the heart of her little girl!
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Posted by: Ann on July 7th, 2008 at 11:34 pm