It's the last month of your twos. If I'm being honest, mama and I are terrified. For Mason, three was so much more difficult than two. Maybe, though, girls mature faster than boys even at this age, so you're already into the "threenager" phase which explains why you're total a-holes 49% of the time, and you will emerge from it sometime this winter?? Oh, wouldn't that just be so wonderful. Both of you are Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde- level split personalities. One moment, you're the sweetest, kindest, most loving little cherubs; the next you're screaming, punching, biting, tantrum throwing little she-devils. That's one thing you have in common - your personality can shift on a dime. In most other ways, though, you continue to grow into two very different people.
Hayden, you've started helping me pick out my clothes in the morning. It's super cute when you walk into my closet and point to a dress and say "dat one. It pretty." and then you hand me my shoes. You regularly ask Kellie to paint your nails - your favorite nail polish color is blue. When the other kids are off playing with each other in the dirt, you typically stick close to the adults and play some pretend game that exists entirely in your imagination. Don't mistake my description of you as the "girly" one as implying that you're not tough as nails. You are absolutely fierce. I would not want to be caught in a back alley with you when you're angry. And you don't get angry in a high-pitched, squealy kind of way, but in a guttural "I'm going to cut you" kind of way.
When you go all Hannibal Lecter on us, it's hard to imagine that the rest of they day, you've been this sweet little princess:
Auntie Joy has prognosticated that you're going to grow up to be a chef. You like to mix things and pretend cook, and you're a hot-headed psychopath... the perfect combo for a the restaurant life. If she turns out to be right, this photo will be especially prescient.
You run like the wind and you can do pull-ups, but you refuse to pedal a bicycle, insisting instead that I just push you on it. It's symbolic really - you clearly have the strength and coordination, but you're not interested in doing it yourself so you'll just bark orders to be pushed around. Then you'll challenge me even further because even though you apparently haven't mastered pedaling, you sure as hell know how to slam on the brakes. I have many bruises from our sudden and unexpected stops.
Quinn, you're always covered dirt and chasing Mason and our neighbor, Atticus, around. You regularly look homeless.
You hop on a bike (with training wheels for the moment, but I swear you'll be riding a two wheeler in no time) and you pedal as hard and as fast as you can so that you can keep up with Mason. You venture into Atticus' yard and insert yourself into the game of soccer they're playing, or find one of his brother's hockey sticks and start wielding it around like a crazy lady. You regularly put wiffle ball bats down the back of your pants like Donatello's bo staff from Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles and then whip it out and play fight with Mase (yes, I had to google "what is the weapon Donatello uses on Teenage Mutant Ninja Turles to come up with "bo staff"). On a recent trip to Target, Mason got light-up TMNT sandals so you of course had to have them too, which I happily obliged because I'm a big believer in not falling into gender stereotypes - if you want to rock those sandals, more power to ya, lady! I'm not sure if you really love all this stuff, or if you're just SO IN LOVE with Mason that whatever he likes, you like. I've definitely noticed that's the case with food. Foods you've always loved you suddenly tell me are "disgusting" because Mason thinks they're disgusting. I still laugh at how close you two are considering, as documented here, just after your first birthday, Mason said, "Mommy, I love Quinnie now. I was nervous so I only loved Hayden, but now I love Quinnie too."
You're very nurturing and accommodating - you're quick to succumb to Hayden's or Mason's demands, giving up your toy or your turn. You're not a push over, though - you're just kind and sweet. Don't get me wrong -- you have a very serious angry streak and your tantrums are epic. You have this growl/yell/roar thing you do that's ear splitting. Auntie Joy definitely wanted to start drinking at 9 am when she was visiting for a week. One thing that makes you rage is underwear. As I mentioned last month, you were super fast to grasp the whole potty thing, but you HATE underwear and you absolutely refuse to wear any, no matter how much I bribe, threaten or cajole. And you're addicted to the iphone/ipad in a way the other two kids never were. Like you act like we're pulling out your toe nails if we tell you that you can't have my phone or watch your ipad.
So here we are, on the cusp of three, getting ready for what will surely be a crazy year. Next week you start a new school, which means a whole new routine. I'm sure you'll adjust without missing a beat... Mama and me, not so much.
We love you to pieces.
xo, mommy & mama