My dear Lucy Mae,
You are 37 months old, you're a pretty cool kid, I must say!
You've recently taken an interest in your hair, You like to be edgy, the funkier the better.
You also have an interesting take on fashion.
You are quite inventive, here you've come up with a new type of pillow. It didn't go over well.
You like building with legos. It's either a castle or a robot. Either way, it's cool.
You are concerned for everyone's safety, just like a good middle child. You are also really into tormenting your big and little sisters… just like a good middle child.
School started! Just like last year, you accompanied Ruby to her first day of class. You were (again) bummed that you didn't get to stay but don't worry, your time is coming!
You love making your baby sister laugh (or cry, but that's another story) She thinks you are fantastic (or a terror)
You and Ruby do lots of 'projects' together. Sometimes you both do the same thing but usually you're both just crafting at the same table. It's incredibly awesome, and messy and perfect.
You love the park, you would go every day if we could! Swings and slides and running and climbing, you love all of it!
You also love being silly.
Bathtime is another favorite part of your day. We put food coloring in the bath and have pool toys and you guys have a blast. Not sure how clean you actually get but whatever, childhood isn't about being clean.
You're still sleeping with Mabel and I. As much as I wish you were back in bed with Ruby, I know this is where you need to be right now. Most nights you spend half the night smashed up against me, *sluggling" I don't really sleep well, but that's ok, cause you were pretty traumatized when I spent a month in the hospital with your baby sister. I have the rest of my life to sleep alone (ok i probably won't for several years to come) and I know you'll choose to sleep somewhere else when you are good and ready.
YOU STARTED PRESCHOOL!!! You are going to an amazing school called Runabouts. It's all about the important things you need to learn when you are three…
feeding chickens with friends, getting dirty, climbing stuff and building stuff
making tea for friends, singing songs, and navigating new relationships. (I kinda wish I could go there)
This month you figured out how to pedal your bike and actually start moving. Then you were instantly uninterested. Go figure.
This picture is entitled "The Rasmussen Kids album cover #1: the coral years"
The most exciting development in your whole life this month was riding the MAX TRAIN. We went out on the trains for the opening of the orange line that goes across the Tilikum bridge. Your mind was BLOWN.
You sat with Ruby and your Nana and watched everything go by, and you wanted to transfer to every train you saw.
It was a fantastic adventure.
You even made a new friend, in true Lucy fashion.
We went on a mama date to the Children's Museum. You LOVE this place so much. Your favorite thing is to go to the grocery store and buy groceries and ring them up. You also love going to the grown up grocery store and doing the same, mostly because you like to push the cart or ride in the car-cart.
We finally checked out the new outdoor exhibit at the museum
You did exactly what a 3 year old should do there… you jumped in mud puddles.
My darling Lu, you are a quintessential 3 year old. You are loud and demanding and rigid and whiny. You are delightful and funny and charming and sweet. You are learning how to push and set boundaries. You are equally amazing and exhausting. In one moment you can be hilarious and coy and then next you are screaming to get your way. You are exactly how you should be at 3, and I am trying to be exactly the mother you need right now, flexible and firm, loving and forgiving, creative and reliable. I don't always meet all those needs but I'm learning and trying every day. Since the day you were born you have taught me how to be a different mother than your big sister needed and likely different than your little sister will need. You are your own amazing person and I could not love you more.
All of my heart, Mama