Our sweet little girl is becoming just that. A little girl. The baby in her is fading more every day and it's sweet and awful and wonderful and sad.
She bargains (Mommy: "You can have two animal crackers." Elena: "No, three."), she tells stories ("One day, JOOOLIUS (aka Julius, my old Cabbage Patch Kid) said...."), she eats salad, (she actually asks for it now) puts her own clothes away and she tells us about her day (a little).
And the biggie? She 'mailed' her pacifiers to the babies on Saturday and the babies 'mailed' back two cookies wrapped in pretty cellophane and ribbon (those sweet babies). She was very proud and happy with the exchange. Until bedtime. She's asked for them each night since. She's doing better, but the evenings remain a little rough. It was time and this too shall pass.
Still... she is our sweet angel and I can't decide, but I think this is my favorite stage so far.
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