As much as I want to deny it, Bee-baby has really grown up quite a bit. I maybe had to go to my archives to see just how much. And WOW, is it a lot. (I need to give that kiddo more credit, really.) Here are some of my favorite vignettes.
There was once a time before Bee was potty-trained and my carpets lived in fear.
She frequently takes my breath away (and hey, I forgot I used to have a changing table).
She went from quiet, shy toddler to being loud and demanding like the rest of us.
She decided to show off her sense of humor by dubbing all animals “chicken nuggets.”
She conquered a speech impediment.
She got crazy with the cheeze whiz, er, I mean diaper cream.
She’s conquered a fear of thunderstorms.
I let her turn three. (That was the year with All The Puking.)
There’s the time she asked for a polar bear.
She put all her faith in a pretend pet dinosaur.
She learned to hold her own with her sister.
Proved all she thinks about is cheese.
She tried to (but didn’t quite) master the basic gist of evolution.
Someone let her turn FOUR. Sheesh.
She proved she would have made a great big sister. (Also? That she loves sarcasm.)
How I know she’s not kidding about her favorite things (aka: with age comes consistency).
She waxed nostalgic about matrimony and step-families with wit and good humor.
She got a big-girl, fancy-schmancy hair cut (and Mama only panicked a little).
In which my four-year-old gave me an anatomy lesson. Sigh.
I meant it – the kid *gets* sarcasm. Like whoa.
She developed Never-Ending Hives. And then sort-of conquered them. But not really. At all.
What a freakin’ journey into full-blown awesomeness, Bee. I’m so glad I know you!
June 30, 2011 at 7:04 pm |
I always love those little ones who get sarcasm. My daughter says they are the only one in her first grade class laughing! : )