Mavis has become a toddler. She can keep up with her brother and sister like a champ and is a tough little girl. She is a bruiser and when she falls and gets hurt she only cries for a second. She will ask to nurse usually, which is still the cure all for her. "Na?" Probably TMI, but she will pinch my other nipple while she nurses. Making public nursing interesting. I can't seem to break her from this habit, because in the middle of the night I'm half asleep and just don't have the energy. She still prefers to nurse for most of her nutrition. She will rarely eat the food I put in front of her unless it is a cracker, chip, or sweet. Obviously she isn't hurting nutritionally...
Ask her where her "boo boos" are and she will lift her dress or pants to reveal her knees.
We can't seem to get her knees healed, because she falls on her knees constantly...keeping up with her brother and sister.
She will let out a sweet little whimper when I ask to see her "boo boo."
Mavis loves to draw and bite the tips off markers. She is constantly asking for paper and something to draw with. Constantly. She will scream and demand if I give her the wrong thing...like, if she wanted a certain marker.
These curls kill me.
She also loves to eat chalk.
She is a busy girl. She puts all of our shoes away for us if she sees them lying out and she loves going in her stroller for a walk.
She is still waking up 3-4 times a night on a GOOD night. Don't even ask me about the bad nights...
While having three kids has made me a totally laid back parent...I wouldn't say Mavis is the laid back third child I was expecting. She is just as high maintenance as her brother and sister. I'm exhausted. I know it will get easier and I know just when it gets easier I'll miss where we are now...I think.