Super S is three years old. I feel the need to talk about her. I’d post pictures but wordpress is acting funny and won’t let me upload them. Argh! She has so much going on and I don’t want to forget what she’s like right now. Every day I feel her babyhood slipping further and further behind us and I am excited about the things ahead of us but I’m also mourning the stage in my life where we have babies in our house. This post IS going to be about her but for a minute I need to talk about me. I struggled with Sia turning three. We’ve decided that we’re done having kids. And it’s the right decision for us. Our family is complete. It is. But holy moly. I love infants. I’m not pretending that those impossibly hard months of no sleep and being depended upon for everything don’t exist. I’m not saying that there’s no real, physical, and mental blow to one’s being as a result having a newborn. There is. I’m just saying it’s worth it and I’m sad to see that part of my life gone. Before I had kids, I remember wanting that feeling of a little person’s head on resting on my shoulder. And that’s really really nice. But having been a mom to two little ladies, the stuff that I think I miss the most? That look of sheer, unadulterated joy and adoration when you pick her up out of her crib. That quiet time when no one else and nothing else in the world exists but the two of you. Those moments when you know, without a doubt, that there is nowhere else your child would rather be than with you. Her explosive stretch when you undo the swaddle followed by her unbelievably soft warm body next to yours when you pick her up after a nap. Knowing that she trusts you more than anything. Sorry if there are typos in this. I’m bawling. So it’s come to be. I’m that woman. You know her. I catch myself staring at carriers covered with blankets, waiting for the moment it passes at just the right angle so I can get a peek at the delicate sleeper inside. (I swear I’m not a creeper) A few days before Super S’s birthday, I heard a baby crying in the parking lot. I could tell it was a little baby. It made me cry. I’ll miss this part of my life. My baby is a tiny little girl now. I have so much to look forward to. I know that. Let me tell you about my little lovely as she is today.
Sia is a happy child. Her enthusiasm on the inside bubbles over to her voice and she uses her entire body to talk. She’s fast. She runs fast, she talks fast, she jumps fast, she climbs fast. She loves blue. In fact, we didn’t have much of a theme for her third birthday party – just blue. She loves her sister and picks up all kinds of things from her, especially speech and phrases. She was half asleep the other night and (I don’t know why I did, but I did) I asked her who her best friend was. She said “Kayeena,” her big sister. She’s also a big big fan of her dear old dad. She’s been doing this thing lately where she calls out each of our names when we’re getting ready to back out of the driveway. Usually it’s just me and the kids while my husband is at work so it goes something like this: “Sia! Ahoy! Karina! Ahoy! Mama! Ahoy! Daddy! Not ahoy.” And she says that last one so sadly. She misses him when he’s at work.
In 2015 we took her to the emergency room twice. Once at the beginning of the year because she had a super high fever and was becoming lethargic. Turned out she had pneumonia. The second time was because she tripped and hit her head on the corner of a baseboard. She needed stitches. It freaked me out – I could see her skull. She was amazingly brave, though. And actually I stayed calm, considering how scared I was on the inside. I’m hoping she got all the emergency room visits out of her system and we’ll never (ever) have to go again. A girl can hope, can’t she?
She’s currently in speech therapy. We found that while she understands way more than we expect her to, she was getting frustrated often because people couldn’t understand her. So we had her tested a few times and not surprisingly, she was advanced in her comprehension abilities but right at average for her speech. At first they dismissed her as not needing therapy until one of the therapists did a specific test and realized she was making a massive amount of sound substitutions. We have been going to speech therapy for the last few months to help her with her pronunciation. I don’t know how much of her improvement is due to speech therapy and how much is just that she’s getting older and is developing more tone and muscles in her face and mouth but she’s definitely improving.
She loves me. I know this. I would be confident in saying that I’m her favorite person, though this is fading. In her sleep she puts her arms around my head and says “I luff do too, mama” even when I don’t say anything first. She is my little buddy. We hold hands all the time and since she’s so light, I carry her often too. She constantly needs to be touching me and calls for me at night. She’s not satisfied until I lie down with her. The fact that my mere presence brings comfort to her is so validating and makes my life worthwhile. Whenever she sees a picture of someone sad or crying, she will always say “wants her mommy” is the reason. If someone looks sad on tv, says “where her mommy?” with a concerned face. For someone with such an abundance of words, I am struggling to adequately communicate how much her love for me means to me, to my soul and my very existence. I think she even looks like me. Some more things about her:
- She knows her alphabet, shapes, colors, numbers
- Is beginning to count 1 for 1
- Loves going to My Gym for classes
- Favorite joke – “why did the pink panda go to the doctor? Because he was pink!” She loves telling this joke!
- Likes playing with her kitchen, dressing as a princess, reading books with her family, memory, play-doh
- Sleeps in her own bed in her own room but needs me to fall asleep. Still wakes up at least once a night
- She’s very affectionate. Likes being held
- Has been playing splendidly with her sister
- Loves jumping in the ball bin, sliding and drinking from the water fountain
- Sings pop songs more than nursery rhymes/songs – Some of her favorites are Roar, Fight Song, Let it go, and Single Ladies
- Loves Luna – still her favorite My Little Pony
- Favorite shows are Cat in the Hat Knows a Lot About That, Strawberry Shortcake, Paw Patrol, Jake and the Neverland Pirates
- Loves pesto, pasta, strawberries, watermelon, BUTTER (omg butter), milk, bagels, steamed carrots, cheese, varan/bhath, beans and rice, waffles (with honey), french fries/tatertots/hash browns, pancakes, smoothies and popscicles made from smoothies, Applesauce (please stop with the apple sauce!), quesadillas, chips and all kinds of treats.
- Likes being outside. Not interested in plasma car; wants to go straight to the scooter
- Loves playing with bubbles
- LIkes to jump in the pool with her floaties on
- Knows what she wants
- Still twirls her hair to the point where her finger gets stuck. Doesn’t even realize she’s doing it. She mindlessly pulls and plays with my hair and sometimes Karina’s.
- Likes watching TV and playing on her iPad
- Enjoys painting, coloring and stamping
- Weighs 26 pounds
- Is beginning to dress herself but is really good at undressing herself. Shows up naked often and inappropriately
- No longer uses a step or a potty seat for the toilet. Goes by herself. Hallelujah!
She’s a great kid. She has mellowed out since turning three – she was definitely a feisty two year old. We were worried for a while that her temper would cause her strife in her life or that maybe she wasn’t as kind as we would like her to be but now that she’s better able to express herself, we’re seeing a very compassionate and sweet person. When her sister is upset, she will say “It’s ok, Kayeena” with a very concerned face and will find words to soothe her. Sometimes she sympathy cries with her. It’s hard not to laugh when that happens. I think one of the things that’s calming her down a bit is that she can better express herself. She’s got a killer smile. When she feels shy or overwhelmed by new people or places, she grabs onto her big sister and hugs her. She’s smiling, so I think she’s ok but I think being close to Miss K brings her comfort.
I love this girl. For who she was, who she is and who she will be.