You are 49 months old today.
Much of your dismay revolves around the severe cold and the garments required just to venture outside to the car. Getting you dressed every morning takes every ounce of patience I have (and manages to dip into my reserves most days) and even then I still sometimes have to relinquish the duty to daddy for fear I will zip you completely inside a duvet cover and send you off to school. I have to say that I have sent you outside without gloves or a scarf or hat because you have flatly refused to keep them on but then I have to put up with your screaming tantrum about how cold you are. Mostly, we just stuff you into your gear and hope for the best.
In spite of the bad days, when you are happy, your good days are wonderful. You shrieked with joy the first time you came flying down a hill on a sled. It didn't take long before you were going down by yourself and soon after that, you went down face first, giggling the whole way.
In the bathtub you prefer to wash yourself now which now takes twice as long as you meticulously put the washcloth in-between every finger and every toe. You leave no crevice unwashed, even scrubbing behind your ears and propping up your leg to wash the backs of your knees. Should you ever need to perform emergency surgery, you will be prepared.
As usual, you manage to make me laugh. Here is the latest roundup of funnies from you:
Watching the Olympic ice skaters: "When I grow up can I wear stuff from their dress-up box? Their dresses are so sparkly! But...they don't have any pants and it's cold!"
As you were signing your name to a card you said, "Oh no, I made a 4 instead of a K. Oh...I know! That's so they can know it's from a 4 year old."
I overheard this as you and Lucy were playing:
Kate to Lucy: "Pretend to sit on me..... That's not pretend! That's for real!"
You have been working on spelling a lot more this month. You are constantly saying things like, "Lion begins with L. And so does Lucy and Lisa and Len and Laughing..."
I'm proud to report that your very first word that you sounded out without my help was, drumrolll please,......"Park". You came running over with the word in one of your new books and said, "I think this says park. See, P sounds like PUH and A sounds like AHHH and R sounds like AHRRR and K sounds like KATE! So it's PU-AHRK. PARK!"
In case I haven't told you enough, I'm so very proud of you and so unbelievably happy that you are my daughter. As I think I've told you many times this month, it doesn't matter how mad you make me or how mad you are at me. I may not like your behavior or some of your words, but, as the song goes, "I'll love you forever, I'll like you for always, now and forever my baby you'll be."