Macy no longer joins us in bed every night. In fact, it's been a while since she has. I know I was anxious for her to stay put in her own room, but now I miss the routine we had established. I miss our middle of the night snuddle. She seems older, less and less like a baby, and there's not even much toddler left to her anymore. I miss that too. She's speaking so clearly and in full, complex sentences. She can carry on a great conversation. She loves to tell jokes. She loves to sing and dance. She loves to pretend she's a baby cat. She loves to go to school, and she loves to be asked "how was school today?". She also asks me "how was work today" everyday...even on the weekends when we are together the whole time.
She loves her sister, and they play together in some imaginary story where one is the mom and one is the kid, or one is the princess and one is the fairy godmother, or one is the chef and one is the customer - and they take turns! She loves to watch movies. She loves to play with/bother/try to scare Loki. She loves to do art projects, especially if they involve painting, cutting, or gluing. She loves to dress up in all sorts of outfits and costumes, but usually her motto is the fancier, the better. She likes to try to get dressed all by herself. "No, I do it!" is something we hear her say often. Usually she's wearing Kennedy's sparkly shoes or cowgirl boots - and on the wrong feet.
In the morning Macy is instantly awake. She does not need to ease into the day. She says, "is it good morning time?" to make sure it's OK to be up. Sometime she just gets up and runs out of her room, like she doesn't want to miss a minute of excitement. On the other hand, it can take her some time to wake up from a nap (she still sleeps up to three hours almost every day), and she often wants to sit in a lap and be held before she's ready for more action.
She's constantly spilling her drinks. We try not to use cups with lids, but because of that, Macy and I have to clean up lots of messes. Sometimes she knocks them over accidentally. Other times there seems to be clear intent. And other times, she is just walking, or dancing, or running with a beverage in hand and sloshes all over the place. Luckily she's usually willing to help wipe up.
Macy is bossy...mostly to me...or maybe it just feels like it. "Mom, get me a tissue!" "Mom, I need a snact!" I am constantly reminding her to use nice words, be polite, ask with good manners. Then I usually get a grin and a, "PLEASE!" Then she's right back to her demands. She also has a temper and can get really angry - mostly at Kennedy. And then she starts hitting and screaming. That's not my favorite side of Mace.
Macy loves to make a good mess. She pulls all the books out of the cupboard, all her clothes off the shelves in her closet, all the hair ribbons out of the bag, all the blankets and pillows off the bed. I had to bribe the girls with the promise that we'd make cookies if they would clean up their room. It started well, but eventually Kennedy kicked Macy out because she was making too much of a mess and not helping. No wonder my house is never clean for long.
Yes, she can be a handful, but I sure love that girl! I just wish she wouldn't grow up so fast!
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