Miss Lady Baby,
From the moment you wake up in the morning until you crash at night (or randomly fall asleep in the van or on the couch during the day), it's a constant Elise variety show. You could do something as simple as watching a show on the iPad. Or you could change your outfit for the 5000th time that morning. Or find a gluestick and start gluing things to the walls. Or all three within a 15 minute time frame.
I can't imagine our family without you. You are our snuggler, our enthusiasm, our chatterbox and our chaos. Three years old is going to be a perfect fit for you. Happy birthday, my Elise Kitty.
Here's what you're up to at age 3:
-When you moved into Catherine's room, we put your clothes into her dresser. Eventually I moved them to the lower drawers so you could get them yourself. It means I don't have to help you dress, but it also means that your room always looks like your laundry basket exploded all over the place. You change at least three times every day just for fun. Every outfit must have a tutu. Good thing you have several to choose from (although the super fluffy purple one is your favorite).
This was one of your more interesting outfit choices. I was going through the baby clothes in the nursery (swapping out girl clothes for boy clothes) and came across this winter car seat blanket/coat thing. I put it out of the way since we obviously won't need it for a little boy born in April. You quickly retrieved it and came to show me your new outfit:
(Notice your legs coming through the holes for the car seat buckle)
If I could only use one picture to personify you, this would be it.
Grandma sent matching jammies for you and your baby:
-Speaking of sleeping in Catherine's room...we don't do that anymore. As in NO ONE sleeps in there. Not quite sure how it happened. First Aaron lured you in there because he didn't want to be alone. Then Catherine eventually joined because apparently Aaron's top bunk is softer than hers. And Seth will make an appearance anytime there's wind or a storm at night. So we have six bedrooms, six people, and only two rooms get used regularly.
My favorite part of this room-sharing is hearing you and Aaron chatting together. Generally you refuse to accept any blankets besides your special "softie blanket", but sometimes Aaron will ask if you want to "share (his) dreams", which means share his big comforter. It's adorable. Of course, then there are the nights you whack him on the head with your flashlight or keep everyone awake singing "Head, Shoulders, Knees & Toes" on repeat...
Kitchen mermaid
-You LOVE co-op, nursery and your little playgroup. You talk all the time about all your friends and when you will get to see them next. Specific favorite are Matthew, Maple & Julia. All your teachers love you and tell me how sweet and smart you are. They don't believe my stories about your chaos at home.
You & Julia on jammie day at co-op
-You went from being a bit of a late speaker to a full-on, nonstop talker. We think you may be another extrovert like your biggest brother. We love hearing your little phrases and watching your (sometimes teenager-like) body language and facial expressions. Your favorite expression is "I a gwown-up. I wearing unda-ware." This offends Aaron to no end: "NO. YOU ARE A KID!"
-You haven't napped in about a year, but you'll still fall asleep in the afternoons about once a week. We hate when it happens because then we know you'll be up until 9 or later (which is past when Daddy & I go to bed). Sometimes we'll let Seth & Catherine stay up a little later to be your entertainment committee.
Looks like a late night is in the works tonight.
-You're getting into the dress-up phases. Your favorite outfit is your "swimming suit" (actually the pink and black zebra-stripe shirt Catherine wore when she was Madonna for Halloween), but we'll see various combinations of princesses, warriors and nonsense through the week. On this particular day you were a "firebender". You can tell because of the ponytails on your arms and legs. You and Aaron played "John the firebender" a lot for a month or so:
-You are extremely independent and don't like anyone helping you when you can (or think you can) do it yourself. You do, however, still enjoy being babied when you are first waking up or get hurt/upset/offended by something.
-Whenever it's your turn to pray, we give you the choice of who you'd like to help you. The answer is inevitably "Daddy." Your first question every morning is, "Daddy at work?" You love the days he's off and can play puzzles or jump on the trampoline with you. Every afternoon when he comes home you dance and clap with joy. "Daddy!! You home!!"
You stripped down, filled the sink and climbed in.
Why? No one knows.
-You wake up every morning hangry. Your siblings all prefer to delay breakfast for a little while (just like me), but you need food immediately. If I happen to still be in bed when you get up, you charge into my room: "I want my milk." There is no distracting or delaying you--you will start crying if you don't get your milk immediately. Many times you'll immediately demand breakfast as well. We've learned that keeping you fed makes everyone a lot happier.
-Babies. Babies are your whole world right now. You have adopted every baby that we have collected through the years as your own. Your very favorite is your Elsa Baby that you got from Grandpa Mark & Grandma Sara for Christmas. Second favorite is Doggie Baby from Cousin Russell. But all dolls are loved and hugged and fed and put down for naps in various locations (our favorite being the trash can under Jon's desk). You dash into nursery every week and spend the entire time with the babies in there. Same thing with your playgroup: you go straight for the babies or dolls. You also love playing with the tiny animals and dollhouse you & Catherine got for Christmas. All your siblings have to do to make you happy is to offer to "play babies" with you.
You & Elsa baby
Daddy & I often look at each other during some of your "personality" moments and wonder what we've gotten ourselves into. But we wouldn't trade any of it. We love you so, little kitty.

















































