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This was originally intended as Elizabeth’s 3 Year Check-up Update, but I just now found it in my drafts, and she’s been 3 for a couple months now!

31 lbs, 40.75 inches

That puts Elizabeth in the 50-75th percentile for weight and above the 97th percentile in height!

I haven’t written much about Elizabeth recently, so I’ll try to catch you up.

Elizabeth went through a rough patch when her sister started crawling. Elena was becoming her own person–capable of getting into Elizabeth’s toys. Elizabeth is quite entertaining. It’s so fun hearing her talk about things from her perspective. Yesterday, I heard her telling a girl in the store all about our Labor Day Monday. This is about how it went “Daddy didn’t go to work yesterday because it was a HOLIDAY. I went on a big-girl bike ride with my daddy. We didn’t go anywhere yesterday because my mom was making chutney.” Yes, the conversation was one-sided, and she was referring to Fig Chutney–we’ve been picking pounds and pounds of figs off of our bounteous fig tree again this year

It’s frustrating that someone with such a vocabulary can’t seem to give us the heads-up when she’s getting tired or hungry. We’re left looking for the clues of a pending meltdown. A meltdown for her usually involves doing something she knows she’s not allowed to do, like hit me or throw something, some crying and screaming. So far, her performances have all been at the house. I read somewhere that the “terrible twos” can largely be attributed to hunger. I definitely believe that a well-fed, well-napped toddler is definitely less likely to throw a tantrum.

She loves riding her big-girl bike around the neighborhood and has gotten strong enough to accompany us on long walks which is nice because Elena is in the stroller and I don’t want to buy a double stroller. I wish I could remember some of the hilarious things Elizabeth has come up with recently. Sometimes she’ll think through situations better than I do–oh like the other night when she went to sit on the steps to watch Frank mow she took a hand towel out with her. I said “what’s that for?” and she replied that she didn’t want her feet on the hot bricks.

A lot of her friends are in Mother’s Day Out or Pre-school, but we didn’t want to start school yet. I thought I would give her some lessons at home and see how she does. My first “lesson” was about the letter L. I wasn’t sure if she “got it” until that night she brought a ruler to me that I use for woodworking. “I found an L mommy!” Indeed it was!