I admit, I love my son, but man -- I sure do constantly remind him he's not allowed to turn 3! He needs to stay my squishy baby forever!
I also wanted to say, as I tread these murky waters, choosing my battles is saving my life. If she wants to wear a tutu, silly glasses, and sneakers to Target, so be it. I'll have a jacket and pants ready in case she's cold. I've long since given up caring what other people think!
I do have to say, after a particularly rough day yesterday, last night she called to me from her room (the baby had just nursed back to sleep so I crept out of bed to her) and at 4 am, she pleasantly said, "Hi Mom! Can you turn on my light?" I said, "No bubba, it's the middle of the night, what's going on?"
Nora: There's bubbles floating in my room! Can you see them!?
Me: (smile) No, I don't see them, I'll put the hall light on.
Nora: And I thought those strings hanging [from the fan] were bugs! But they're not! And I thought this pillow was a statue of Daddy!
Me: Ok, kiddo, go back to sleep.
Nora: (huge grin) I love you!
She must have either still been in a dream, or remembering a dream! Whatever it was it was cute, and made me smile and not mind so much being called into her room.
So - sweetness and cuteness abound, and somewhat erase the tragedies that the day usually bring.
And here I remind my 3yo that he will always be my baby no matter how big he gets! LOL!
The middle of the night story is super cute, and reminds me that my ds talks and laughs in his sleep! It's so cute when he wakes me up with a big belly laugh, or when he starts giggling - but he's still asleep! But then I'm always tired the next day