I feel like Ruth has grown up lately. In a very big spurt. When we moved here I had just barely started buying and putting her in size 3T, but she still fit some 2T. She is now wearing size 5/6 in the big kids section! WHAT?!?!
But besides sizes, she is also getting a pretty grown up personality. What a personality this little firecracker of mine has! Independence to the max. Sometimes I feel really sad about how much I feel like I squash that big independent self of hers. So it makes me really happy that some things don't have to be squashed, and on the other things, I'm working really hard on letting her be big--like cracking the eggs when we cook.
One place where I am constantly reminded of her exuberance is her wardrobe. She knows what she wants, thats for sure. Sometimes I think I should make this a fashion blog and just take pictures of Ruthie three times a day (she changes that often). Really, that might be my big break--she is so confident! Today she had on a skirt with neon pink flowers, a shirt that was a peachy color (totally hideous against the neon pink) with a HUGE glittery rainbow on it and pink converse sneakers. But at other times today she had on one black church shoe and one sparkly pink princess shoe (both of them on the wrong foot, haha). She also had on her strawberry shortcake dress several times, and Ikea has added some fairy shoes and hats to her collection which she wore, and tried really hard to convince Will to wear, several times throughout the night.
When we walked to get the mail today she was one black shoe, one pink shoe outfitted, I had taken Will's shorts off (does anyone else have toddlers whose pants stink even after the diaper change? I seriously can still smell it so I end up not putting the shorts back on, anyway...) and he wanted to wear Ruthie's pink cowboy boots. So he had these tiny little stick legs poking out of his diaper and into these clonking, big boots. Molly had also just had a diaper change and I had not put her pants back on (I blame this habit on Sterling) and had one sock on but one sock off. A nice lady in a fancy BMW stopped us on our road just to tell us how picture perfect we were. She pointed out Ruth and Will's shoes, the missing shorts, Molly's missing sock, and just said she thought it was the absolute cutest! While I think it might be a show of how insane the 3-baby thing can be, it was such a great comment to remind me to enjoy it all!
Back to Ruthie. One thing that makes her seem grown up is she is always trying to cut deals with me. "Mom, can I watch this show?" No. Pick a different one, I don't like that one. "Can I watch this show after breakfast? Just a little bit after breakfast?" Ummm...still no.
She is also obsessed with keeping a cup of her own chocolate milk in the fridge at all times. She gets a drink of chocolate milk before bed (the dental hygienist in me cringes at this, but it has been our fail-proof lately of getting her to bed without screaming, which is a recent and very much improved situation) and then Will takes a drink from the same cup. She always has to go over with me, several times, how "if Will doesn't drink all the milk, I need to put it back in the fridge. But if Will does drink all the milk, I need to make more and THEN put it back in the fridge. Because then in the morning when she wakes up she can say "dad! Can I have my chocolate milk?" and he will get it so she can drink it." It's quite a long explanation, and we have to go from beginning to end every single night. It just cracks me up how detailed her instructions and conversations are lately!
Ruth is also really big lately on playing pretend and my favorite part is how she designates what Will is going to be and what he is doing. He pretty much plays along, or doesn't, and then we have to talk about how Will can play his own games sometimes, haha.
She sings. A lot. Tonight she picked Baa Baa Black Sheep and then she asked for the Shoe Song. We don't know a shoe song. So she said she'd sing it. It was quite lengthy and had all sorts of funny phrases throughout. It makes me laugh that she just comes up with songs to sing. She is in LOVE with Annie (its on Netflix right now) and sings "yesterday was plain awful" a lot, which is really cute. She still loves to dance and every single book she picks out from the library is pink, or sparkling, or about a ballerina, or all of the above.
We just moved her up to a booster seat thanks to the Toys R Us carseat exchange running through this month--and yes, she does fit all the height and weight requirements, and yes, it does sit where it should on her shoulder, and yes, her knees do bend at the end of the seat like they should, and yes, I did thoroughly check EVERYTHING to make sure she is big enough for this change, and yes, she does sit still and face forward (better in the booster than in the five point, which, no matter how tight it was, she always wrangled out of) and even if she is three, it is still completely safe--- and she is the best at reminding us to buckle her. Frantic screaming "MOM! BUCKLE ME! MOM! IT'S NOT BUCKLED!" It's ok Ruthie, we still have ninety thousand things to lug out to the van before we can even leave. But I'm glad she's on the ball. Same with prayers at dinner and Will having his shoes on, and all sorts of particular little details. It's cute and sweet and sometimes really aggravating.
(Sorry, rant due to all the fb posts on mom's moving their kids up too soon. I moved her into a new one so Will could have hers and Molly could move into Wills--his faces forward or backward and is a 5lb to 40lb one---and I was going to buy another five point harness, but did the research and realized that since she is tall enough and big enough, it is perfectly safe to buy a seatbelt booster, one that has a back, but the back can come off, so she can use it from now until forever.)
She is the greatest helper and I just can't believe how big she is getting. Big enough to be a Sunbeam. Big enough to pour her own milk (if the gallon is less than half full). Big enough to crack an egg. Big enough to do so many things that are WAY TOO BIG! Oh, I love that little girl oh, so much! I don't know how I would survive without her! She is just the best.
She sings. A lot. Tonight she picked Baa Baa Black Sheep and then she asked for the Shoe Song. We don't know a shoe song. So she said she'd sing it. It was quite lengthy and had all sorts of funny phrases throughout. It makes me laugh that she just comes up with songs to sing. She is in LOVE with Annie (its on Netflix right now) and sings "yesterday was plain awful" a lot, which is really cute. She still loves to dance and every single book she picks out from the library is pink, or sparkling, or about a ballerina, or all of the above.
We just moved her up to a booster seat thanks to the Toys R Us carseat exchange running through this month--and yes, she does fit all the height and weight requirements, and yes, it does sit where it should on her shoulder, and yes, her knees do bend at the end of the seat like they should, and yes, I did thoroughly check EVERYTHING to make sure she is big enough for this change, and yes, she does sit still and face forward (better in the booster than in the five point, which, no matter how tight it was, she always wrangled out of) and even if she is three, it is still completely safe--- and she is the best at reminding us to buckle her. Frantic screaming "MOM! BUCKLE ME! MOM! IT'S NOT BUCKLED!" It's ok Ruthie, we still have ninety thousand things to lug out to the van before we can even leave. But I'm glad she's on the ball. Same with prayers at dinner and Will having his shoes on, and all sorts of particular little details. It's cute and sweet and sometimes really aggravating.
(Sorry, rant due to all the fb posts on mom's moving their kids up too soon. I moved her into a new one so Will could have hers and Molly could move into Wills--his faces forward or backward and is a 5lb to 40lb one---and I was going to buy another five point harness, but did the research and realized that since she is tall enough and big enough, it is perfectly safe to buy a seatbelt booster, one that has a back, but the back can come off, so she can use it from now until forever.)
She is the greatest helper and I just can't believe how big she is getting. Big enough to be a Sunbeam. Big enough to pour her own milk (if the gallon is less than half full). Big enough to crack an egg. Big enough to do so many things that are WAY TOO BIG! Oh, I love that little girl oh, so much! I don't know how I would survive without her! She is just the best.
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