Growing...things....

When I got home from work yesterday my daughter, my mom and I were sitting on the front porch talking about work and the details of the day. My daughter, for some strange reason, has a fascination with breasts. She calls them "boobies"...I haven't a clue who taught her that because it sure wasn't me. *sigh* Anyway, she made several demands to have them right then and there. There was no talking her out of it, changing the subject, giving her something else to think about it. That's what she wanted and she wanted them RIGHT NOW!! Well, after we went inside and the begging continued she went to her closet to look for them. She was certain I was just hiding them from her. Unfortunately for her it just wasn't that simple. My mom says, "I don't know what you are going to do when she starts asking for an arm if she's this upset over boobies." I know that's right.

I let her cry it out a bit and then finally she let me change the subject with a movie and cookie. Good thinking mom! I had no idea what was in store later that evening though.

After bathtime, we discussed painting her nails. She then told me when she got older she would grow another hand and be able to paint both her hands. I told her, in my best happy but serious voice, that was not going to happen, but that she had a helper arm and she could use that. She continued to tell me that I had 2 hands, her grandma had 2 hands and therefore she knew she would also have 2 hands when she got older. (The older part comes from the previous body part desires above.)

Once again I explained that she wouldn't ever "grow" a hand, but that we could put her helper arm on and I thought the nails were already painted the same color she was requesting at the moment. To my GREAT surprise she wanted to wear it and requested to wear it. This is the first time EVER that she has made such a request. As with all things in her life, she'll do almost anything, it just has to be on her terms. So I fetched the arm, we talked about it and she was ready for action. She wore it for about 45 minutes and showed me all the things she could do with it. I was grinning like an idiot the whole time with tear filled eyes because I just saw her grow up AGAIN! God, I love that kid of mine!!

Good answer! (My smart little girl does it again!)

Ashlyn recently visited Science City with her daddy and her Grandma. They were overcome by a busload of older kids, but she handled herself well. As a group of kids went storming by one little boy stopped, looked at her for a minute and said, "Where's your arm?". She stood her ground and simply replied, "It's in the car." Hahahahahaha...I love that girl. Now she was saying this very matter of factly because her helper arm WAS in the car, but he didn't know that. He just accepted the answer and went out as did she.

This Saturday was spent at her cousin Jordyn's 8th birthday party. They haven't spent much time together for one reason or another, but you sure wouldn't have known that at the party. Ashlyn absolutely adores Jordyn, and the feeling is mutual. They ran and played all day together. Ashlyn was a bit bossy, but Jordyn (and her friends that were also around 8) just accepted it and did what Ashlyn wanted to do 99% of the time. So cute. I guess I really need to work on that "bossy" gene. :)

3 Year Check Up - A little scary

Ashlyn is small for her age, I've always known that. It's in her blood. But when the nurse handed me a piece of paper with her assessment I was still kind of shocked. She is only in the 9th percentile for her height and 13th for her weight. Yep, she's going to be a petite girl. We don't have many petite people in my family. Actually, I'm the shortest in a long line of tall people. This includes grandparents, parents, siblings, aunts, uncles and cousins and I am bar far the shortest and I'm 5'8.

Her appointment went well until I advised the Nurse Practioner (who we opted to see instead of a doctor to shorten our wait time) that the doctor we saw last week, due to an illness, had mentioned a heart murmur yet again. I've had other nurses and doctors mention this, but only when she was sick, not during any well visits and I just wanted it checked out while she was well to make sure there was nothing there again.

Unfortunately, she advised us that there IS a heart murmur and referred us to Children's Mercy. She stated that it is very faint and isn't an emergency by any means, but better safe than sorry. Now I know that many people have had these all of their lives. I know some children outgrow them as they get older. I know that I shouldn't be worried, but if you knew the kind of luck my family has then you'd know I will always worry. She is scheduled for an ECHO in mid-October. I'm working on getting a new appointment though as it was scheduled at the wrong facility at the wrong time. *sigh*

I won't jump to the worst case scenario here, but still, I'm her mom. I worry. Forever. So keep us in your thoughts while we wait and hopefully all will be fine in the next month or so. Thanks!!

Wow! 3 Already????

Yep, that's right. My little baby girl is now 3. This, of course, requires me to stop calling her a baby girl. She reminds me constantly that she is now a big girl. Which she is, truly. We celebrated her 3rd birthday with family and friends at a local park shelter. She was a busy little girl, between playing, visting and opening presents, she was exhausted by the end of the day. We had beautiful weather for it too. I couldn't have asked for a more perfect day. So many family members and friends. It was just awesome!! As you can see, it was Tinkerbell from beginning to end that day. *smiles*

I still can't believe it's already been 3 years and at the same time I can't believe it's ONLY been 3 years. Did I have a life before her? I suppose, but not much of one.

Happy Birthday to my BIG girl!!

(P.S. You'll ALWAYS be my baby girl!!)