Right now, she is asleep in her bedroom. I have forbidden her to fall asleep at nap times now, since if she sleeps during the day we really battle to keep her in bed at night.
BUT I can hardly be upset, because she is asleep on the bottom shelf of James' changing table with a play-princess dress pulled over her like a blanket. On the shelf directly above her is one of her dolls, laying down with a box for a pillow and a plastic storage bag (contents removed, of course), pulled up to her chin. Bunk beds on a changing table. Cozy.
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| Using pics from last year since the camera incident. |
She does things like this, and I realize I think she is awesome. Her imagination is on permanent hyper-drive, she giggles and squeals and smiles in ways that are impossible to capture on camera, and she goes around talking and instructing and narrating like a little adult.
She certainly keeps us on our toes. I can't tell you the number of times I've been mentally thrown off course because my little three-and-a-half-year-old says something like “I was wondering whether…” or “I managed to find the magical world…” or “suddenly I realized…”.
Even better? She is just as likely to say something like (no joke), "Mommy, when are we going to live in the faucet?"
??? See? Bizarre, random, imagination-laden and curiosity-steeped questions and conversations like this are the spice of my life. And as much as she talks and chats and narrates and asks questions, and as tired as I sometimes get of trying to keep up with it all, every night I go to bed feeling so lucky that I get to hang out with this girl, that she got to come to our family, and that I get to be her mom.
Love this girl.
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