Drew was upset to wake up to yard without snow. I think we all were, right?
We told her Elsa turned the snow to ice and froze the land. She loved that. She ran to her room to put on her Elsa dress and spent the morning pretending to ice us. We finally got outside this afternoon and she was pleased licking the ice and crunching it with her boots.
Santa brought Drew a bike and Andy and I were excited to take her to ride it. Today was warm and overcast and a perfect time to learn.
But when I think things should be perfect they are often the opposite.
Drew felt insecure on the bike and kept wanting to get off. We wanted her to try it out and wanted her to understand that the training wheels would prevent the bike from falling over. We didn't get far before what seemed like no end to the crying and whining.
As a mother of a three year old, I try to remember that this is her age. Part of me though, thinks that maybe she's giving up at the first feeling of fear. That worries me a little. Of course, then I worry that I shouldn't be worried over a tot learning to ride a bike. Parenthood is hard. There is no right and wrong answer.
We encouraged her to stay on the bike until we got to this pretty gazebo and then walked the bike back. We praised her for trying and cheered when she remembered to use the brakes. We were frustrated over the crying mainly as so much is a whiny issue these days. Is it age? I have heard from so many that two and three are hard ages. I don't want to be to hard on my girl, but I also want to encourage her to be brave and to try things knowing mommy and daddy are right there with her.
I could ruminate on these thoughts for way too long.
I was playing with Drew at the park yesterday and pretending with her and I thought to myself how fast she turned into a little girl with such a huge imagination. I thought about how quickly Greer would do the same.
I hope I can give this girl grace when she needs it and know when to hug her hard for all of her three year old frustration.
I've had a bunch of people ask me about this so I thought I would post about it.
I asked Andy to build Drew a princess dress up rack for Christmas. If you know Andy, you know he doesn't do anything without 100% effort and commitment. Kind of why I like him.
I had something simple in mind as Andy has been traveling so much and I knew he wouldn't have any time but a weekend or two to complete it. I searched Pinterest for ideas and e-mailed them to him.
I should have known he would veer off the Pinterest path and do his own thing. He raided his barn wood stash and sanded and cut a few pieces. I helped him pick the stain, rope, and copper pipe. We saw a swing for holding shoes on one of the links I sent him so he made one for Drew.
I ordered the sparkly clothes hangers from Etsy.
I love it! I am not sure Drew knows what a treasure she has in this beautiful piece her daddy made, but she will someday.
I should have taken pictures of the progress, but the finished product is pretty amazing.
I love you, Andy! You always go above and beyond. You're the best.
Greer baby, you are growing so big! The last doctor visit you weighed in at eighteen pounds.
You would rather eat real food than baby food and though you have only three teeth, you seem to make it work.
You aren't crawling yet, but you do this awkward looking flying squirrel thing that makes everyone laugh. If you see something you want, you roll to it. Sometimes you get there, sometimes you just tick yourself off.
You get mad when your sister snatches toys out of your hand and I get mad when sister snatches. An endless cycle I am sure for years to come.
You are still a twelve hour sleeper. I'm going to pray that you are a fantastic sleeper while I am completing my student teaching this Spring.
Your sister on the other hand..
On Christmas at 3:23 am- I woke to your sister at the side of my bed whispering that she heard Santa's jingle bells and we needed to go see if he ate the cookies. I wish I could say that this was just Christmas eve excitement, but no.. your sister is three and up one or two times a night.
You are the squishiest, happiest, biggest smiling baby there ever was.