It’s been awhile since I’ve written a few words about my oldest baby, who turned 3 1/2 (!) last month. And, since I can’t get enough of our most recent set of family photos, this seemed to be a good time to share a Little B update!
B’s exploding social skills have been, by far, the biggest change that we have seen in the last few months. It no doubt has to do with her starting school in September. For the first month, she cried every. single. day at drop off. Then, one day, we walked in and she let go of my hand without so much as a look back. I felt so un-needed in that moment that I almost wanted her to break down and cry!
All that to say, she is no longer the little girl who refused to look at strangers when they tried to talk to her in line at Target. She loves going to parties, playing with other little kids and generally charming everyone she meets.
B’s favorite activities include any kind of craft, particularly those that involve paint, markers or crayons. She loves color—her favorite things to draw are rainbows and she takes pride in filling a coloring book page with every color in the crayon box. She is getting increasingly into imaginative play. Her favorite games are house (I’m always the baby sister, Alice is usually Tracy and B is the mom) and doctor (there is a specified routine that you need to follow when playing this game with her: stethoscope first, then check eyes/ears, take temperature. Everyone gets medicine and a bandage, whether they need it or not). She sings and dances up a storm, and she even likes some “real” music. Her current favorites include David Bowie’s “Let’s Dance” (which she calls the “Red Shoes Song”) and Marian Hill’s Down.
B seems to have adjusted well to our move, and frequently tells us how much she loves the new house. We have a little bit of a longer commute, but she loves to pass the time on the road by counting the number of Walmart trucks she sees on the highway. We never to go to Walmart, but she loves seeing the logo anywhere, solely because of this song that they used on commercials for awhile. One day, we saw eight trucks en route to South Philly, and I’m pretty sure that it was the best day of her life so far.
B is still one of the pickiest eaters that I’ve ever met. She recently developed a love for boxed macaroni and cheese. Every time she eats a bowl, she says “Look, mama/dada! Aren’t you so proud of me? I’m eating grown up food!” I assume that because the pasta has a sauce on it, and comes in fun shapes, this makes it seem fancy. When offered chicken or some other food that everyone else is eating for dinner, though, she’ll politely refuse it and say “I have to wait until I’m older to eat chicken (or fish/beef/some other food not covered in a cheese substance).
B says a lot of funny things—I’m not as good as I used to be at writing them all down, but here are a few “B-isms” from recent months that I can actually remember:
- “Mama, maybe you can clean-up the toys by yourself. I can’t do it because my hands are too small.”
- “No, Alice! You’re too little.” Always…doesn’t matter what Alice is doing.
- After offering to help us get the house ready for company and dusting off one shelf: “I need to go sit down and relax now! I did a lot of work!”
- “When you are my age, maybe you can come to my school.” Apparently, she thinks I’m Benjamin Button and will be aging backwards.
- When I say “ouch” after sustaining some sort of injury: “Mama, do you need a bandage?”
- She’s never one to let you live down a mistake. For example, “Mama got a flat tire and she had to go wait for the Triple A in the Starbucks and she cried. And, Nee-Nee had to come take me to school.”
- And, yes, all of this was true. It was one of the more epic meltdowns that I have had. But, in my defense it was right around the time we moved and everything seemed to be hitting the fan. Later, when my mom asked B if she was also sad that I got a flat tire, B said “No! It wasn’t my fault.”
- “Remember, when I was little? And I was allergic to peaches?” She has never even eaten a peach, but she’s watched the Daniel Tiger episode where he has an allergic reaction to them so many times that she thinks the show is about her.
- “Daddy, do you love my hair? Doesn’t it look beautiful? I need to go see it in the mirror.” This is because I recently introduced her to the blow dryer, which she absolutely loves. I have created a monster.
- “Do these ones flush by themselves?” Although B is getting much better about using public restrooms when we are out and about, she is petrified of toilets with automatic flush.
- She knows most of the words to “Hello!” from Book of Mormon. I don’t know whether to be proud because, clearly, she is developing a love of show tunes, or ashamed because although that’s pretty much the tamest song in the show…it’s still inappropriate. It all started because our doorbell reminded me of the song, so I had to play it. B loved it immediately and demanded it on repeat. I can only imagine what people at the grocery store think when they hear her say “Hello, my name is Elder Price and I would like to share with you this book of Jesus Christ.”
If you’ve read this far and you are thinking that B sounds pretty much perfect…do not be fooled. There are plenty of moments where our sweet B disappears and a threenager rears its ugly head. We have to start getting ready about ten minutes before we actually need to leave the house because B wants to put her backpack and coat on “BY MYSELF!!” Sometimes, when we put her preferred dinner in front of her, she dissolves into a puddle of tears because she “Only wanted ten mac-and-cheeses!” “Why?” Is the most frequently used word in her vocabulary.
What will I be in for when she actually is a teenager?! Can’t I just keep her this little forever?