i try so hard to keep up on my blogging, even if just for my own sake, so i can document life as it flies by. but i have been under water with trying to figure out momming with three, and i have not been on top of it like i want to be.
that being said, im popping on here now to note a few things about sweet etta mae at two and a half. she is our middle child now and i think in attempts at self preservation, she has upped her cuteness to another-worldly level. i kid you not, she is literally the most delicious morsel i have ever encountered. robert and i have many MANY moments where we look at her and then look at each other and then ooze emotions out our of our pores because we dont even know what to say. the combination of her looks and her expressions and her wee voice and her personality; its the perfect storm. and i dont know how to describe it in words. its just the sweetest feeling to be so freaking crazy about your kid. i know there will be seasons where she is more difficult, and in fact we are seemingly discovering more and more of the sinful parts of her nature, but right now its so blissful.
she is totally aware of this, of course, and uses it to try and cover over her sneaky little character traits that are coming out. she tries, and fails, to get away with everything on the sun. not direct disobedience really, but just not immediate compliance. and she knows how to push every last one of eden's buttons. though, thankfully, they do seem to have a budding best-friendship. they stay awake and laugh and talk till i have to ask them to be quiet. and they play imagination games together so well. i am hopefully that they will continue to navigate all the waters of sisterly competition and rivalry and land squarely and securely in life-time best friend status. and she takes great pride in taking care if ivy ann as well, and has really settled into big sisterhood. which is so delightful to watch as well.
etta. etta mae. mae mae. uweara.
she answers to them all.
and we love her so very much.
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