Well here she is, folks- the middle child, the one and only Emelia Carter Stanfill. My girl Emmy- little sis.
She was a very good baby- happy, pleasant, content……… THEN, she entered toddlerhood where she really started living up to the “2nd child” personality. “EMMY!” (if you can imagine her name being yelled like “ALVIN” in Alvin in the Chipmunks) Really, she was one-of-a-kind.
Over the past year, I have watched her begin to bloom into the sweetest little girl. She is warm and compassionate. She has a great sense of humor and knows how to hang tough and hold her own. She can be strong-willed at times, but has a sensitive side, too. She is very bright and looks a lot like her Granny.
Some of her favorite things at age 3- being naked, playing with pretend food, tea parties, baby dolls, My Little Ponies, Strawberry Shortcake, Hello Kitty, Hawaiian punch, makeup, painting nails, dress up, dance and tumbling class, spending the night at Granny’s, painting rainbows, working puzzles, and coloring.
She can write her name- EMMY (sometimes EWWY ha!) Her favorite color is red. She is brutally honest-even if it is to her own detriment. She is always trying to keep up with her big sis. She likes to use the word “actually”. If you ask her how old she is, she will say “free”, but hold up four fingers. Yes, she can count, but it is just too hard to get that pinky to stay down. She is learning to hoola hoop and loving it.
You know, she turned 3 in December. (I took these just one week after her 3rd birthday.) She had been saying that she would throw her passy and bottle away when she turned 3. She is still saying that, actually, 2 months later. 🙂 She isn’t taking a bottle anymore, but still keeps a passy closeby. She does occasionally sneak and get Max’s bottle, though. She just giggles and gets this twinkle in her eye, and I just have to turn my head the other direction. I think she has figured out that she can talk Granny into a “little bitty bottle” sometimes, too. I don’t stress about it. After all, she is the 2nd child. Things don’t have to be so much “by the book” the 2nd time around, right? I know that I am definitely, in no way the same parent I was five years ago.
Tonight, she kept hugging and kissing me and saying, “My lub you. You’re my bessssssst friend.” (I do know of at least 4 other members of the family that have best friend status, though, so I take that with a grain of salt.)
I love her, adore her.
