3.5y and 22m
We have had a very busy summer, so I've been slacking on the blog. Here's why: we decided to build a new house, which meant that we had to get our house ready to put on the market. We squeezed all our house prep into two weeks before heading up to KC for a visit. While in KC, daddy's studio was robbed and we sold our house. So now we're in the midst of filling out police reports and packing and moving to KC to stay with nonny and papa for a couple of months while our house is being built.
Meanwhile, you've been growing.
Georgia, you are still more beautiful than I ever could have imagined a daughter of mine to be. You still throw your fits, but not as often or as long. Now you're in a very loving phase making unsolicited declarations of your love for us. I think you're figuring out that being sweet to mommy and daddy helps you get your way.
You're exceedingly curious about our plans for the day ("mommy, where are we going to go after nap?") and about anything, for that matter ("why? mommy why? WHY? MOMMY, I SAID WHHHHHHY?"). Fact is, sometimes I don't know why, and most of the time I just don't care why.
You're still big for your age. While only 3.5 you're already wearing size 5 clothes. I can now shop for you in the little girls' department instead of the infant/toddler section. Sigh.
Palmer, you're at a tough stage for me right now. I've never met a child more bothered by teething. Your inability to express your feelings also frustrates you, so you've become a rather accomplished fit thrower. I don't like it. You've evolved from a sweet, loving baby into a screaming, fit-throwing toddler. But there are still glimpses of the real Palmer. You'll give a hug to anyone when you're in the mood. I have a feeling that once you get all your teeth and you figure out how to express yourself you're going to be back to your normal self.
With a constantly sore mouth you're not much in the mood for food these days. All you drink is milk. Literally. I was beginning to worry that you weren't eating, but you don't seem to be losing weight and I'm sure you'll eat when you decide you're ready.
My favorite physical feature about you now has to be your hairy legs. Your little legs are covered in blond hairs. It's thicker than your sister's. I chuckle every time I see it.
Meanwhile, you've been growing.
Georgia, you are still more beautiful than I ever could have imagined a daughter of mine to be. You still throw your fits, but not as often or as long. Now you're in a very loving phase making unsolicited declarations of your love for us. I think you're figuring out that being sweet to mommy and daddy helps you get your way.
You're exceedingly curious about our plans for the day ("mommy, where are we going to go after nap?") and about anything, for that matter ("why? mommy why? WHY? MOMMY, I SAID WHHHHHHY?"). Fact is, sometimes I don't know why, and most of the time I just don't care why.
You're still big for your age. While only 3.5 you're already wearing size 5 clothes. I can now shop for you in the little girls' department instead of the infant/toddler section. Sigh.
Palmer, you're at a tough stage for me right now. I've never met a child more bothered by teething. Your inability to express your feelings also frustrates you, so you've become a rather accomplished fit thrower. I don't like it. You've evolved from a sweet, loving baby into a screaming, fit-throwing toddler. But there are still glimpses of the real Palmer. You'll give a hug to anyone when you're in the mood. I have a feeling that once you get all your teeth and you figure out how to express yourself you're going to be back to your normal self.
With a constantly sore mouth you're not much in the mood for food these days. All you drink is milk. Literally. I was beginning to worry that you weren't eating, but you don't seem to be losing weight and I'm sure you'll eat when you decide you're ready.
My favorite physical feature about you now has to be your hairy legs. Your little legs are covered in blond hairs. It's thicker than your sister's. I chuckle every time I see it.
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