I haven’t done a Caroline post in a long time so thought I would sneak a few pictures in and share a little bit about life with our 33 month old daughter.
Yes, 33 months!!! I know some of you have been reading here since before I was ever pregnant and wondered if I ever would be. My Little Miss Peanut is going to be three years old in just a few months.
We’ve noticed in the last few weeks that Caroline’s lost that toddler look and is looking more and more like a preschooler/little girl. I will admit to feeling very slight pangs of “where is my baby?” but for the most part I am totally fine with it. I am enjoying the toddler stage so much more than I thought I would. In fact, it has been almost the opposite of what I expected. I thought I would love the baby/infant stage and dreaded the toddler stage. I have enjoyed the toddler stage much more than I expected and found the baby stage less enjoyable than I would have thought. Go figure.
Caroline also recently hit a growth spurt in terms of her language. I was SO looking forward to when she would start talking enough to have conversations with us. I absolutely love it! I love not having to wonder what is going on in that little brain of hers. LOL! She is a little chatter box, has a huge vocabulary, and loves to learn. I absolutely LOVE having conversations and being able to “discuss” things with her.
Lately we have been dissecting Pride and Prejudice. No, I am not joking. I watched it several times when I was sick and she is enthralled with the dancing and Mr. Darcy. She ASKS to watch Mr. Darcy with me. She puts on her fancy dress up dresses and prances around during the dancing scenes. She knows about Mr. Bingley, knows Mr. Wickham is a bad man, and probably knows more about the culture of that time than I did when I was eighteen! LOL!
So my “complaint”? I can hardly get her to wear anything but a dress. And not just any dress. She has four casual cotton dresses I bought last year on sale from Land’s End and saved for this year. She doesn’t want to wear anything but those four dresses (unless it is the jumper Grandma S. made her (which is not summery and looks awful with white sandals) or one of her nicer dresses for church. The only time she will put something else on is if she is going outside to help in the yard or going outside to play. Then she’ll put on her “outside play clothes” (denim capris and a top or something like that) without any argument. But as soon as she comes in, she wants them OFF. She wants her dress back on NOW. She couldn’t even sit down to lunch the other day until we had changed her from her outside clothes to her dress she was so distraught about it.
Now on the one hand, I’m a total girly girl. I vastly prefer dresses and skirts myself. I never thought I’d be in a situation where I would wish I could get her out of dresses and into some jeans! Oh well. I’m glad she likes her dresses. I just try to keep them washed. Hopefully they won’t be in shreds by the end of the summer from such frequent use!
The pictures of her in her blue and white checked dress are from the Frederik Meijer Gardens earlier this week. While we were there I was reminded yet again of the fact that I am a Girl Mom. I was never designed to have boys. There were so many active little boys there in the Children’s Garden that it just made me stand back and think all over again how grateful I am for my girl! God bless you moms with boys! One of you out there is raising up a godly man for Caroline to fall in love with someday and I’m so thankful you are there to do it. I’m just glad you got the boy job and I got the girl job!