It's been MONTHS since I've posted. I've been in a pregnancy fog since November, but I felt inspired to document E.A.'s 3rd birthday. Time is going by. In general, I don't feel sad that she's getting older. I love that I can talk to her and to see how she's growing and how much she's learning. She's pretty much potty trained. The worst of it was a short phase of pooping in her room durning nap time, taking off her diaper and stashing the poop in a bag somewhere in her room. Thank GOODNESS that didn't last long. She's doing great and doesn't even use pull-ups or diapers anymore. Woo-Hoo! At 3, she's really starting to develop some interests. She loves to paint and color. She is fascinated with bugs and insects and is really worried about them coming in the house. She loves to play dolls now. She wraps them in blankets and sometimes spanks them and puts them in time out. And she loves pouring water or bubbles or anything she can get her hands on to pour from one container to another. She loves to be outside. She loves to see animals and she loves flowers. She calls dandelions "poofy heads." She loves to climb and swing and jump. Especially jump. I'm thinking of getting her a little trampoline. She loves music. She loves to sing and especially to dance. She's really excited about being a ballerina at school next year. She loves books, and she can write the letter E. Every little picture she colors at school comes home with the letter E on it, that she wrote. She's also getting excited about her baby sister, who is due on July 4. She loves Camila, a Brazilian student who has lived with us since August and is moving out this week. We will all miss her so much. And she is starting to say hilarious things. Some examples: At school she walked in one day and told her teacher: "My room has a bad smell. It smells like a racoon." She also told the kids in her class that she had a swimming pool with a big diving board, and invited them over to swim. We don't have a pool. She makes up crazy things to try to get out of going to sleep. The other night she said, "Momma, I can't go to sleep because the ants might come and eat my hair." She's smart and beautiful and funny and delightful. But I"m totally biased, I know!
