I'm three!

I'm three, I'm three, I'm three! Mommy had planned to write this blog on her own, but the truth is I like to do EVERYTHING myself, so I'm doing it. No, I'm serious if mommy or daddy lift me into my car seat I'm gonna just climb back out and get in it myself. If mommy picks out something for me to wear, I'm gonna just toss it back in the drawer and pick out something else. (and usually something much cuter, I might add) Yep, I am an independent gal.

I am enjoying being three. It's like I woke up one day and suddenly I'm a big girl. Mommy says that sometimes this new found independence can make me a bit of a drama queen. I'm not sure what she's talking about, doesn't everyone cry over the details? I mean it is very important how my carrots are sliced (or not sliced depending upon the day). It is a huge deal if I don't get to have PB&J EVERY DAY. If mommy would just learn this then I wouldn't cry on the days she tries to sneak in ham and cheese.

I really enjoy playing with my magnetic paper dolls. I know it can drive mommy crazy when I want her to dress and undress the dolls with me all afternoon. I'm pretty sure she thinks I'm trying to gas-light her with this little game, but really I just love my dolls. My favorite one is Annie. It's most important that she have just the right outfit on when it's time to go to her dance class, and no, it can't be the blue shoes it must be the pink ones...and again it's very important to the happiness of the entire world.

Speaking of dance class I had a wonderful dance party for my birthday. Did you know that I am really Angelina Ballerina? It's true. I love to spin and twirl and dance around the house in my tutu. I also love to throw in pratfalls from time to time. It's okay, I'm good at pratfalls (l learned them from my big brother N. He's the best) so I never get hurt. I hope I get to take dance classes this summer.

N and I are learning how to play together. Sometimes we fight and I'm not as good as sharing as he is, but hey I've only be three for a couple of months now. There's a lot on my plate these days. Some days I want to do whatever it is that N is doing. I like to play with his trains, I'll eat whatever he's eating, play tag or sit quietly reading on the couch with him. I think that some days I bother N, but it's just because I love him so much and he's my best friend.

Mommy interjects here. N had a bad day a few weeks ago when he and a school chum were having a communication troubles over the term "best friend". This is the conversation that Daddy overheard in the car are the way home:

L "it's okay N you're my best friend, right?"
N "Right, and you're mine."

I enjoy painting and coloring and all kinds of crafts. If I could I would have craft day every day, especially if Mommy would let me use scissors and markers all the time. That would be soooo great. I love being outdoors and picking flowers and digging in the dirt. Well, I liked digging in the dirt until I discovered that is where worms live... I don't like worms, at all. I dislike worms so much that I have myself convinced that every stick we see on the sidewalk is a potential worm waiting just for me. Although mommy thinks I might be moving out of my worm hating phase as today I drew a picture of worms in the dirt. (but, I might just surprise her with a loud screech on our next walk, just to remind her who decides when I'm done with this phase her or ME)

The other big news is that I practically potty trained myself. I just woke up one Sunday and announced I wanted to wear underwear and so I did. And I've been doing it ever since. I haven't had very many accidents (although some times I think boys have it easier in the aiming department. And I am learning that it's hard to watch yourself pee and keep it all in the potty at the same time) I haven't mastered it completly, but I love, love, love wearing underwear almost as much as I love wearing my cherry boots (and I try to do that everyday) so I'm working hard to keep them clean and dry.

I sure am looking forward to being three for awhile, although I still don't understand why I can't just have another birthday party this week so I can turn 4. But, I guess N get to have the next party and then he'll be 5. WOW...that's gonna be great.