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| Delainey Rose, age 3 1/2 |
Oh Sweet Delainey Rose, you are growing up so fast! This momma wouldn't mind it one bit if you slowed it way down and stayed her baby girl forever. You are wild and crazy and full of life. You have a flair for the dramatic, you make us laugh and you ADORE your big brother. Yesterday while driving in the car, you were telling me that you wanted a round table in your bedroom so that you could start hosting tea parties. You wanted it to be big, with four chairs and painted with ALL the colors, except boy ones like blue and brown. You sounded so grown up and not at all like my baby girl who what seemed like moments ago was still sucking on a pacifier and sleeping in a crib! I looked back at you in the rear view mirror and teared up a bit just thinking about how big you are already and how fast the time seems to be flying by. Three has been such a fun and fascinating age with you. Here are some of the things I want to always remember....
*You wear your rain boots everywhere. On the wrong feet. You seem to think they go with everything. (This time last year it was mismatched crocs. On the wrong feet.)
* You can't say the F sounds in some words. Fingers are "bingers" and feet are "beets." Favorite is "baberite." Food is "bood" and fart is "bart," (which you aren't allowed to use but since you say Bart and we think its hilarious, we secretly giggle and then correct you).
*Yesterday you told me you don't want to be little anymore, you just want to be a mommy. I told you I would rather you stay little forever. You then got a bit upset and grunted, "Ugh! I just wanna be a grown up and nobody will let me!" I seriously thought that might come up at 11 not 3!
*You are obsessed with playing dollhouse. You love setting up your house and placing the furniture and people in just the right spots. You are always begging someone to play dollhouse with you. I need to remember to do that more with you...daddy is really good about it and every once in a while you can convince Isaac to play as well, but only if he can use the batman guys.
*The other day in the car you told me that you wanted to have lots and lots of kids. I asked you how many exactly is lots and lots and you said 17. When I told you that you first had to find a man that loves Jesus and loves and respects you with his whole heart, you thought for a minute before replying, "OK, I will just marry daddy then!" When I told you daddy was already married to me, you replied, "well, then i will just have to grow up and be you then mommy!"
*You are pure entertainment. You wear frilly princess dresses with rain boots to the commissary. You have pink hair spray that you insist I spray in your hair daily along with fancy glitter spray. Many times through out the day you can be found in a dress, with rain boots, sitting in the dirt playing with trucks, shovels and baby dolls. You are a girly girl that enjoys the outdoors, wrestling with your brother and dance class.
*Your best friend is our puppy dog Major. Poor sweet Major puts up with a lot from you. Many times I find him wearing a feather boa, or a beaded necklace or tucked in under a blanket with a pillow and ALL your stuff animals. In the morning when you wake up the first person you greet is Major. You ride him, you boss him around, stuff him full of doggie treats and hug his neck all day long!
*You refuse to wipe your own butt. You think its gross and don't want to get your hands dirty. Once a day I hear from the bathroom, "Mommy, will you come wipe my cute little butt!"
*You adore your big brother. In fact, you fancy yourself a seven year old boy!
*You don't ever wear pants. I can get you to put them on, but the first time you go potty, the pants can be found abandoned in the bathroom next to the toilet. You also, hardly ever wear a shirt. You remind us of Mowgli from Jungle Book because you are usually running wild with crazy long, curly hair and only panties. Our neighbor, Mrs Sarah, once asked me if you even owned any pants because every time she comes over, you aren't wearing any! You also refuse to wear a jacket. It really doesn't bother me one way or the other but I don't enjoy the stares and glares of the other mothers and grandmothers. I now make you carry your jacket so that other mothers and grandmothers would see that you do in fact own a jacket, you just refuse to wear it!
*Our other neighbor, Mr Scott, calls you "Throttle" because you are always full on energy, living life at full speed!
*Today while shopping in the produce section, I mumbled to myself, "oh man, they don't sell my apples anymore." You reached over, placed your hand on my arm and said sweetly, "I am really sorry about that." Did I mention you are also such a charmer. :)
*We got you an easel for Christmas and you love it! I secretly think that you were suppose to be my sister's child. You love art and being creative. I have learned to accept your crazy outfits and mismatched shoes as you expressing your creativity. I love that you love to be creative and see the beauty in every rock, stick, acorn, and piece of paper you find. You are going to be either an artist or an extreme hoarder!
Oh Delainey, the good Lord truly blessed us with you my sweet. My mother, your Nana, has always been my biggest cheerleader. She has always told me how amazing she thinks I am. How much she loves me and loves being my mother and I use to think that she was just saying that because she had to. But, having you has taught me that having a daughter is a beautiful thing. All those things my mother use to say about me, I now say about you. You are such a blessing to me, Delainey Doodle. You have already taught me so much about life and love. You are my very own version of me. My little kick in the pants, as my Tutu Kani use to call me. You will always be my little girl, and like your brother, I will always want you to be my little ones. Its hard on this momma to watch you grow up so fast and know that you will one day no longer need me as much as you do now. But, I am enjoying this journey we are on together and I know you will do great things in this life. Having you as a daughter is such a blessing. I love watching you grow, I love who you are and I love being your momma! But please, can you slow down just a little bit...
