Everyday she's becoming more and more like a big girl, and less and less like a baby. I can't believe my eyes sometimes, or my ears. Am I raising a teenage boy? I thought having a girl meant that I didn't have to hear the potty talk, but this girl thinks it's absolutely hilarious. Potty talk aside, I so love being able to have a real conversation with her, and she can remember things that happened a few days or week ago. She's also able to tell me some of the things she does during the day at school. And starting to make up things... I'm pretty sure she didn't fall down the stairs or fly to California that day.
Turning 3 has also brought on a bit of anxiety. She's always been a worry-wart but it's become more exaggerated as of late. A lack of mobility doesn't help either. She has a hard time being in a room by herself, so we pay a lot of attention to her. We've been trying to get her more comfortable spending time playing alone for a few minutes, walking out of the room briefly and encouraging her to be independent. It has its ups and downs; she can do a few minutes at a time. I'll be honest, Ty is better at it than I am. I think I'm a little too nice and give in too much, and I need to let her fuss a bit more. Easier said than done.
My big girl also moved up to a big girl room at school this week. The nice thing is that her class went together, so all of her friends made the move with her. They had visited the new room a few times to meet the teachers and get familiar with the room. Our first week went pretty well, and she settled into the new room very well. Moving upstairs has been a little bit more of a challenge logistically. Her old room was on the first floor but now we have to get into the elevator to go upstairs. It takes a little bit longer to drop off and pick up, and isn't as conducive to making multiple trips to the car with her equipment. We are all getting used to a new routine.
Even though she's a big kid, she wants to know all about when she was a baby. Her favorite thing is asking us to tell us a story about being a baby. We tell her how tiny she was, and what a sweet baby she was. She was so happy and laughed a lot and only cried a little bit. She gets such a kick of out it, and it's fun telling her all about how she was a sweet little baby. She's still as sweet!
