In just two more months she will be three years old. No longer a baby, but preschool age. Sometimes when I think about this, my throat gets all tight. Just two more months of her babyhood! I am soaking up every single minute of it.
She only wears diapers at night now, when she’s sleeping. She climbs up on chairs to help wash the dishes, to help mix lemonade, to help me make breakfast, lunch or dinner. She always wants to help. When I do the laundry, she is right there helping me grab the clean clothes out of the dryer. Her favorite book is still “When You Give a Pig a Party” but now she no longer lets me read it to her — she has to read it to me! She knows the book word for word.
I love her little voice. She wakes up next to me every morning, rolls into me and says, “Stay with me…” in her raspy, just-coming-out-of-sleep voice… and she holds onto me, not wanting me to get out of the bed. Sometimes she falls right back asleep and I can slowly untangle myself from her grip and slip out of the bed. Other times, it just ain’t happening…and I stay there, wrapped up in her warmth, until I can convince her to let me go so that I can get up to get the kids off to school. Sometimes she gets up with me, and other times she says, “Okay…I save your spot!” and she stays in bed and will fall back asleep. I love when she does that, because then when I get the older kids off to school, I run right back upstairs and get into bed again, and I snuggle up next to her. She makes getting out of bed so hard to do!
She is the youngest of nine siblings and it’s so very obvious. If I tell her to go play out in the backyard, she will turn to me and say, “But who gonna play with me? There’s no one out there!” as if playing alone is the most inconceivable idea she has ever heard of. I often hear her asking, “You play with me?” to one of her siblings. They ALWAYS comply. Aria is played with. Often.
She dresses herself in a new outfit about five times a day. Her favorite thing to wear is dresses, and her shoes always have to be fancy sandals or dress shoes. If she can’t find hers she will just put on a pair of her sister’s shoes, no matter if they are too big for her. She’s a big-time shoe girl.
She still sleeps in our bed, right between us. Daddy rubs her “hot toes” and makes her giggle before she falls asleep at night. She loves that. But she always cuddles into me when she’s ready to sleep. She doesn’t even have her own bed yet. We keep saying “soon” — but we are in no hurry, and neither is she.
In just two more months she will be three years old. She won’t be this age ever again. And like I said, I am soaking up every minute of it.