Loving my little boo

The perfect age.  All of childhood is a stage, and even this one has challenges, but I’m so enjoying 3 and a half.  Rose 3.7 is a cuddly momma’s girl (both a blessing and a challenge) who still speaks with a cute little girl voice and pronunciation uniqueness.  And she speaks whatever she is thinking.  She is potty trained.  (Yay!)  She just started ballet.  She is still fooled into thinking she’s playing a character on Super Mario Bros Wii if you just hand her a nunchuk. 

She loves to eat turkey shwamiches.  When she passes gas, she giggles and says, “I parted!” 

Quote from the car ride today:  “Mommy, tonight you have to show me how to braid my Barbie’s hair. Tomorrow I will be a big girl, and I will know how to braid her hair, but tonight I’m little, and I need you to show me how.”

Candyland is her absolute favorite game. She plays it whenever an adult will play with her.  She has great sportsmanship and is thrilled no matter who gets to the candy castle first because then that person has to invite everyone else to come to the party there.  “I’m going to win as fast as… a really fast person!”  The last time she and I played, she was also messing around with a tape measure.  She measured the side of the game board and said, "This is as long as a gorilla!"

She takes particular joy in telling or showing her sisters if she got something special that she thinks they didn't also get.  For instance, if we have one popsicle left and I let her eat it while the other girls are at school, the first thing that comes out of her mouth when we pick them up is, "Mommy let me eat the last popsicle!!!"  It never, never fails. 

I am going to be very sad to see this stage pass.  And glad.  I am so blessed.