So here we are, one full week and one day into three years old. (Ironically, it was one full week and one day when we finally got to take you home from the hospital, so I guess it's fitting.) Three is a lot like two, with a little more sass thrown in for good measure. I've told anyone who would listen that three is worse than two, because I felt blindsided by that little "terrible two's" thing. You are proving me right, and I forgive you for it. Because my sassy princess is hilarious, and tough, and knows what she wants. I can't fault a girl for that. She reminds me of someone...
As much as I like to complain about how Caroline is my "difficult" one, I honestly would not have it any one way. I just am so freaking proud of her. She is so ornery and destructive, but so, so sweet and cuddly, too. It's like those sour patch kid candy commercials. She is JUST LIKE THAT.
I really love to just watch her. Caroline is so girly, and loves skirts, heels, purses, makeup, and that is so amazing how into it she is, because I am not really like that, nor have I really ever been. I wouldn't be surprised if she bled glitter pink. She can hold her own with a sword, though, so the boys better watch out.
I still feel as though Caroline is this tiny little thing, and maybe she is, but at her checkup (I never did get her official measurements- I should check that at home) the doctor said she was smack in the middle of the charts. She also speaks amazingly well for her age. She meets or exceeds every other developmental milestone on the "checklist." She's just awesome.
One thing I brought up at her checkup was the fact that since late January (and really even before then) we have had issues with Caroline not wanting to go to bed. I can't remember if I talked about it here before or not. Basically, she just refused to stay in bed, would play and run around until 10 or 11 every single night. Even the two weeks of swimming lessons every night did nothing to wear her out. I thought it was the new house, but soon realized this was not just a phase. I finally brought it up at her appointment and explained to Dr. Mijares that we have tried everything under the sun. She wanted to run a couple tests, so we had the lovely experience of drawing her blood. Dr. Mijares told me they would do a finger prick, so I tried to quickly explain the process to Caroline to prepare her. Imagine both our surprise when they take us back to the lab and they want to do a full blood draw! I had to lay on the table with Caroline, throw my leg over her legs, and hold her left arm, while two nurses held her right arm outstretched. She just whimpered, then cried out as the needle went in, all the while staring at it right in front of her face. They filled two viles, the entire time Caroline cried and said, "ouchie!" It was soo sad. Fast forward to yesterday, and the nurse called me with results. Caroline's iron levels are extremely low (whatever number should be 50, and it's at 14), basically causing restless leg syndrome. Hopefully the iron supplements she prescribed will help Caroline (and Mommy and Daddy) get some much needed rest!
Anyway, all that to say, our girl is great, besides this pesky sleep issue. Three is a little scary to think about, but I'm excited about it anyway, because I can't even imagine how this girl is going to grown and change over the year, and I'm so amazingly blessed to be her mom. She deserves so much more. I hope you had the best birthday, Caroline.