Wednesday, February 24, 2010

Being 3

Our 3 year old daughter Meredith has hit that unique moment in life when she has the words to express a wide range of emotions, matched with the impulsivity to melt down into a pool of tears in an instant. Some of her new favorite phrases...
I don’t want to talk about it.
That is totally not fair.
Ha-ha I said stinky.
I'm having a sad day.

Some of the rules we have recently set for Meredith.
Meredith stop licking the salt shaker.
Meredith stop drinking the bath water.
Meredith stop biting Amelia.
Meredith no washing your hands in Mocha's water bowl.

Meredith can then redeem herself with moments prior to falling asleep where we have had the following conversation...
Daddy you are a good daddy.
Daddy, only you can be my daddy.
Daddy, I don’t want you to die (I think that one is a complement in a 3-year-old sort of way).


Anonymous said...

My heart is filled with joy with this post. Isn't it amazing to watch children grow and mature. Isn't it fun to teach them.
Thank you,

Anonymous said...

Just can't wait to hug that little peanut!! Nana

Megan said...

Great rules! Isn't it amazing how different your children are, even though they share the same DNA?

Pastor Amy said...

What a sweet post. We miss Meredith (and all of you) and love seeing how she is growing and changing. Wish she and Quinn could get together...I think they'd have a lot to talk about (hopefully no love bites, though!). :)