I was holding Ainsley yesterday and looked down at this baby of mine who is totally not a baby anymore and felt that familiar wave of grief and elation a mother knows all too well.
Instead of getting morose, I'm focusing on the positives:
2. A three-year-old can go to the library without costly and embarrassing repercussions. -- No mindless ripping of books from shelves. No tearing of pages. She sits and "reads." Her rendition of Green Eggs and Ham is worth videotaping.

"I wanna take off these boots," she informed me this morning.
"Okay, but put them in your room," I replied.

"No, thank you!"
Cheerful! Clear! Articulate!
4. A three-year-old has the cutest voice ever. -- Ainsley reiterates everything she says. I love Elmo. I do. Daddy is so nice. He is. I can't wait to go to the pool. I can't.
5. A three-year-old still naps. -- If John naps, it's time to find the thermometer. Ainsley doesn't nap everyday, but I appreciate the break when she does.
6. A three-year-old adores, well, everyone. -- She dashes to the door to greet Dave every evening. She holds my cheeks and says, "You're the best Mama ever, ever, ever." She thinks Tim's a total rock star.
7. A three-year-old is out of diapers --sort of, kind of, almost. -- We are poised on that great divide separating "trip trained" and "potty trained." Ainsley will perform on demand, but as for showing initiative? Well, that is sadly lacking, I'm afraid. But we're getting there. We are getting there.
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3 comments:
Wow! Even when she's saying "no", she's polite about it! I'd say that's definitely a step in the right direction. And she's sooooo cute!
Polite, cheerful, knows her own mind and isn't afraid to say what she thinks - fantastic! I predict great things for this girl.
I clearly remember my little sister being three, and for a few weeks after her 3rd birthday announcing to anyone who came to the door, "I'm three! I'm three! I'm three!" Once years later, someone asked me how old she was, and I said, "Three. I mean, 34!" I just had such a strong flashback to her at three... so that stage never completely fades away.
Thanks, Dianne and Christine. That is funny about your sister, Christine.
I hope I do remember these days. Pictures make it easier.
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