And just like that, she's two. Thank God she's finally walking, although that means a lot more chasing her than I ever did with the other two. Paige at two is very full of life and very much her own person. From what I hear, she's a pretty typical third. She's good at climbing out of things, even when she's strapped in.
She's good at keeping up with her big brother and sister, and even though she isn't really talking (she has maybe ten words - speech therapy continues), she can boss them around pretty well. She loves to use writing utensils. If there's a term for a disease where you see a pen and have to write on something immediately, she has it. Maybe foreshadowing a writing career? Or a stint in juvey?
She is a very girlie-girl, often accessorizing herself, or requesting a headband or pigtails. She's pretty stubborn and strong-willed, or "feisty" as I'm choosing to call it. "Troublemaker" is her most common nickname. Regardless, we love her spunk and energy and couldn't love her more.
We haven't had her two-year check yet, but she's a peanut. She's still fitting in some of her 12 month stuff. She's my pickiest eater (probably because she's been exposed to the good, processed stuff the earliest). She loves cantaloupe and sweet potatoes as well as all dairy products. She's hit or miss with most other produce, except bananas. Pretty sure she's allergic, so we stay away from those. She's still a great napper (on the days that she's able to nap as long as she wants) and usually sleeps about 13 hours a night.
On Paige's birthday, Miles and Brooke both had school, so she and I made a donut stop before My Gym, one of her favorite places.
Fun at My Gym.
Happy birthday, Sweet Girl. We love you!
