Alternate Title: My kids hate smiling for the camera.
Go ahead and enlarge. I love where Elle is making faces unbeknownst to me.
Unless you looked at a calendar, you wouldn’t really have known that it was fall in Dallas until about a week ago. At least based on the weather. The week before Halloween we headed to a local pumpkin patch and roasted in the 90 degree heat. By the time Halloween rolled around a week later, our temperatures had dropped 30 degrees and we weren’t really sure what to do with ourselves for our first “cool” Halloween with the kids. Turns out that the prospect of free candy is enough to keep a preschooler from complaining of chill.
Elle right now. Exactly three and a half and at the same time such a delight and such a pill. She can be so endearing and sweet and then so frustrating, all within five minutes. She is still prone to temper tantrums, especially if she is hungry or tired. But I’ve learned to recognize my own frustration on her face. I always take a step back when she tells me “that’s otay, mommy” (such as if I’ve commented on paint on her shirt or something such). Yes, it’s OK. It’s not the end of the world.
Now that I’m not nursing Evie in the evenings, she has requested that I read her books instead of singing her songs. I love having this reading time back with her again (Scott read her books while I was nursing, and then I would come and sing songs and give kisses). For the record, her favorite songs were Old MacDonald, Ants go Marching, Row Row (freaking still!), and You Are My Sunshine (which she wants me to sing two times).
She’s curious and inquisitive. She told me the other day “when I was a baby I was in your tummy, but how did I get out?” I told her through hard labor. Thankfully she accepted that answer for now. I’ve always been very frank with her but I’m not sure how much information to give a 3.5 year old? I always encourage her questions and a lot of nighttimes we would chitchat instead of singing songs.
She’s sensitive and very aware of the emotions of others. As noted above, I can usually see her watching my reaction and will change the look on my face and immediately see a giant grin spread across her face. It’s one of the greatest lessons I’ve learned from her (and am still learning). She has had a little trouble with her friends at school and I’m trying to teach her to be strong and aware at the same time. Being three is tough.
She cut her hair for the first time (at school). And then lied about it (blamed it on a friend). This was her first outright lie. I’m not ready for things like this.
Daddy’s girl through and through. I try really hard not to take this personally but I do more than I should. But nighttimes are all me and it is my favorite time with her (after we got through the whole going to bed battle–which pretty much ended as soon as she went back to school fulltime). She wants a certain kissing routine that my mother did for me when I was a child. We laugh so hard and I love sharing those moments of boundless joy with her.
Her language and conception is rapidly developing but she still thinks that any day in the past is “last night” and that any day in the future is “tomorrow.” She measures her time in naps (nighttime is the big nap) and wants to know how many minutes for everything. Today she wanted to know how many minutes until lunch (right after breakfast). I told her over 200 minutes and she held up her five fingers and said “this many minutes?” Um…a few more than that.
She loves to dress up, play outside, dig in the dirt, run wild, help me cook. Her favorite cartoons are the old Spiderman and Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles that are on Netflix (we won’t let her watch the newer, edgier episodes). She loves princesses but not exclusively.
I look at her and just melt. And then I ask her if I can eat her all up and she tells me that she’ll gobble me up instead.
Evie right now. Goodness I can’t believe that this girl is 14 months old. Just this week we finished nursing (at least I think…we were down to nights and have now gone two nights in a row without. Last night she even let me put her to bed). She’s still an itty bitty peanut, but she’s full of spunk and I adore her little toddling self and big round belly. Not sure how her chicken legs support her!
When she dances she shakes her head no instead of up and down with the beat. She is obsessed with “Let it Go.” I had been avoiding playing it for a while and when I finally did put it on for the first time in weeks, she went crazy. Now everytime she hears the song she screams and gets so excited. It’s hilarious.
Breakfast appears to be her favorite meal of the day. She gobbles down everything I can give her faster than I can give her more. She has started drinking milk in the morning, but not until about two weeks after I had morning weaned her. Some meals she eats a ton of food and sometimes nothing at all. I remember being so frustrated when Elle did this, but I have to trust that she’s getting what she needs and if she’s hungry she’ll eat. She usually eats at least a modified version of what we’re eating (if not the exact same thing).
She signs please and more and sometimes all done. She still isn’t saying real words but she calls Scott Da. She’ll sometimes call me Da, too, but rarely. Elle didn’t say Mama until she was closer to 18 months. She babbles a lot, especially when we’re in the car. She points and it sounds like she says “this” and Scott is convinced that she says thank you.
She’s still a mama’s girl and is glued to my hip. Most evenings she and Scott go upstairs to play while I cook dinner (often with Elle’s help). She plays perfectly contently until I head upstairs and then she wants me to hold her and cries and cries if I don’t. She loves to cuddle (and I think I’ve spoiled her too much with too many cuddles). ‘
One of her favorite things to do is put items into a bag or bucket or receptacle of any kind. She also loves tearing apart the pantry and the cup/Tupperware cabinet. She plays with toys much more than Elle ever did (the same toys that Elle rejected) and is very tactile. She hates having her diaper changed, being put into her carseat, going grocery shopping. Basically anything that requires her to be still. When she gets mad, she gets mad. My favorite is when she throws herself down and tries to bite the floor.
But I love love love those moments when she does slow down and will crawl into my lap, put her head on my chest, annoyingly suck her sweet little thumb (which she often offers to me), and cuddles. She’s always been my sweet girl.
he does it to irritate me. she’s his twin.
this was the best I could do. at least one is smiling?
sweet Elle-sa. to everyone’s delight, her dress also lights up and sings Let it Go. Yay.
So now we prepare for Thanksgiving and Christmas. Time, as always, passes too quickly. I tell Elle all the time that I wish she would stop growing up. She looks at me frankly and says “No mommy, I have to get bigger so I can be a big girl.” Fine–but not too quickly my little ones.