Hard to believe my baby girl is already halfway through her 3rd year of life. Seems like just yesterday she was smiling all the time, being cute as hell. Oh wait, that hasn’t changed. Well, the incessant smiling is replaced by typical toddler whining and crying semi-often, but otherwise she’s still a bundle of joy.
The biggest complaint we have is her eating…or lack thereof. She eats about 8 things: yogurt, applesauce, bananas, strawberries, peanut butter, cereal bars, French fries, Cheerios, apples, and pretzels/goldfish/chips. Ok that’s 10 things. But that’s it. She used to eat grapes and pineapple, but refuses now. She’ll ask for toast or a bagel, and then promptly eat the butter/cream cheese off of it and announce she’s done. It’s incredibly frustrating – she won’t even try anything else like pasta or chicken or carrots…things her brother would eat at that age (and he’s still very picky). But according to her doctor, she’s very healthy, so I guess we can’t complain from a medical standpoint. I just wish she’d at least attempt to try something else.
Her vocabulary is coming along – she talks in sentences now, and usually we can figure out what she’s saying, even if she has difficulty with several words. And what she does say is usually adorable and/or hysterical. “I wanna see your boobies!” she says to her mommy a lot lately. Then she’ll point at her nipples and say “I have boobies too!” If she hears us getting upset with Damian, she might say, “Damian, go to your room!” But when she’s upset, she resorts to crying and won’t use her words…but that will come with age. She can count to 10 and sing the ABC's, both of which are insanely adorable (yet when I do it, nobody acknowledges it).
She’s been dancing around the house and her school a lot lately – she loves, LOVES putting on ballerina-princess-y skirts and twirling around, singing or just going “La la la!” I think we’ll need to enroll her in ballet classes soon, if she’s still interested. She also enjoys tumbling, so gymnastics may be in the future as well. She’s not really into swimming yet, but her class at school will start lessons at the end of the month, so hopefully she’ll follow the crowd and dive right in.
But the best moments involve her interaction with her brother. It just melts our hearts when they see each other first thing in the morning, or after they get home from school, and cuddle together…she wraps her arms around his neck and they press their faces together…no matter how shitty a mood I’m in, seeing them loving each other is the instant cure-all. She apes everything her brother does (which often is not a good thing, like jumping off furniture or swinging dangerous objects around). But when she joins him in a coloring session, or even if they’re just watching TV together on the couch, it gives me such a burst of parental pride that I momentarily – VERY momentarily – think about having another kid (which is impossible, so don’t read anything into that). And it’s still awesome to listen to him read her a bedtime story.
So aside from the whiny moods and terrible eating habits, my little girl still brings me great amounts of joy and pride. She shouts in delight when I come home from work or pick her up at school: “Daddy, daddy!” She loves climbing on me and poking me and asking what various parts of my body are, all with that ridiculously cute smile on her face. I can’t get enough of her, and I look forward to the several years ahead until she gets sick of my embarrassing behavior.