You are 35 months old today.
Your manners extend to most every area of your life.
"Ahhm going to laaounge on this ca-ouch instead of eatin' breakfest."
You play the delicate flower so beautifully. Your super sense of smell got quite a workout this month as we took many trips to the zoo (I smell poop!), the aquarium (it smells fishy!) and an indoor rainforest (is there poop EVERYWHERE we go?)
"I know these are books but we're using them like maps."
Once back in Chicago you took all the pegs out of the pound-a-peg and used the base as a crib for your doll. With all of this play though, you always point out that you are only pretending, especially when I join in and take it too literally. Isn't it usually the parent and not the child who points out that this is all imaginary??
One thing you have not realized is imaginary is our new holiday friend, Charlie the Elf and his friend, Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer. You take great delight in finding him every morning and in telling him each night, "Tell Santa I was a good girl today so I can have a Christmas present! I would like sparkly shoes please!"
This is your last month before you turn three. I still can hardly believe that you are not my little baby anymore but then I think that is a common trait amongst mothers. It is an oft-times breath-taking ride and certainly not for the faint of heart, this adventure called parenting. But I am truly grateful to be on it with you.