LG at almost-three

Even though by Fridays, I am FRIED and OVER IT, I must say, almost-three is a fun age. While this time last year I was a little unstable, I think a lot of it had to do with age almost-two. There was no communication skill at almost-two. Almost-two was a lot of unexplained tears (and you should have seen LG, bah dum dum) because I just didn’t know what she wanted. With almost-three, there is so much communication, and with communication comes memory, a sense of humor, opinions, and, most importantly, the ability to just give her what she wants. Here’s the latest…

Very recently, LG has mastered the art of asking a question. So instead of “Milk pease, Mommy,” I get, “Milk pea–can I have milk pease, Mommy?” YES. YES YOU CAN.

Her favorite book right now is Wacky Wednesday, which is so delightful to me because it was my favorite book as a kid. I can hear her reading it to herself during no-naptime: “Wacky Wednesday Dr. Seuss. … A shoe on the wall?! … Oh man! …”

Today I thought I’d do a little yoga and since LG likes to do yoga, I thought maybe she’d do it with me. Instead, she spent the whole time telling me to move (off my own mat, rude!) and then deciding she was “all done” with yoga and asking me to put her socks back on. So, I spent much of my yoga time in replacetoddlersockasana.

She calls music “mugic,” magazines “magagines,” and pajamas “jamas.”

She looks out her bedroom window all the time (little people watcher!) and noticed that Dad took Mom’s car to work last week. “Daddy took your car!” she told me when I went in her room one morning. And then when Chris got home, “You took Mom’s black car!” She also gets REAL concerned when Chris uses “my” computer on the weekends. Very serious, “That’s Mom’s computer, Dad.” Cute, and also a good lesson in sharing.

My grandma bought her a stuffed dog for Valentine’s Day and she still calls it “My dog that Bammy got me.” My mom bought her some new clothes and I asked her who bought them for her, to which she replied, “Grandma got them, wasn’t that nice?”

One day we were walking upstairs to bed and LG said, “LG has a bed and Mommy and Daddy have a bed. That’s two beds. That’s a lot of beds,” so naturally now we quote Love Actually all the time: “Eight is a lot of legs, David.”

Last week, I was laying in bed in the morning and I kept hearing her open and close her door, so I called out, “What are you doing?” and she was like, “What are you doing, Mommy?” and I was like, “Come in here!” and she was like, “I can’t open the door!” and I was all, “Yes you can, you’ve been opening and shutting it all morning.” It was mostly funny because I think she thinks if we can’t see her door opening, then we also can’t hear it. Not the case, child.

She still loves anything cat-related, checking out new library books, huggies and kisses before bed, eating anything except tomatoes and onions (“I can’t like ‘matoes, Mommy”), and pretending to be asleep in random places. She gets that last one from me.


A rare picture of the two of us!

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4 Responses to LG at almost-three

  1. Mariko says:

    She is SO CUTE!!! This makes me dread when T is almost-two, but reallllly look forward to almost-three. The light at the end of the tunnel!

  2. Her conversations are just wonderful. She’s such a smart little cutie!

  3. Her conversations are just wonderful. She’s such a smart little cutie!

  4. K says:

    I think she is delightful.

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