Feb
8
2009
Lord help me.
Filed under: Uncategorized by Jenn
Four has been hard. I have no idea why they call it the “terrible two’s” because at our house four seems to be the year where my sweet-natured little ones turn into toddzilla. I love this little one so fiercly. But I could definitely do without the mood swings and general grumpiness that seems to permeate our days together. I will never understand how she can be so utterly adorable and mischievously defiant at the same time. But when she makes up her mind to be happy…she is such a joy. So full of life, and giggles, and make believe. And when she tells me “you’re the best mommy down here…and Mary is the best mommy up there (as she looks heavenward)”…my heart sings! It’s good to know your place in the world

I love that she is still a bit toddler and a bit big girl. We’ve finally broken the thumb sucking habit and that seems to have catapulted her into the realm of little girl. She’s still a princess through and through but she now claims brown as her favorite color and often states “mommy…that’s so stylish!”
I love her crazy language. How she can’t wait to get on her “ballerina-tard” for dance class. And how she uses “hani-tizer” to clean her hands in the car. She talks incessantly about “Hawagii” even though we’ve never been there and thinks you have surgery at the “hostibal”.
I love how she can get lost in a wonderful world of make believe where everyone wears a tiara and knows how to make a magic potion.
I love that she is so expressive and isn’t afraid to speak her mind. Even when all I hear is “this is the worst day ever”…I know she is still learning how to sort through all those dramatic emotions she is feeling.
I love that she loves her sister whole heatedly. I love that she tries to emulate her best qualities and makes sure that everything at our house is fair and just.
I love that she will spend an hour in our backyard waving a large stick at passing aircraft…trying her darndest to cast a magic spell on the passengers inside.
I love that she is silly and funny and has a Brooklyn accent even though we live in Kansas.
I love, love, love this crazy four year old….and someday when she minds her manners and doesn’t claim every day as “the worst day ever”…I’ll look back on this year with a tender smile. Keep growing little one…you are almost there.




















