Meet the Family: Curly

Curly is my dear little nearly three year old. Oh the many things I could tell you about Curly. She is so interesting and I love learning more and more about her myself. She is at such a fun age where she is clearly able to express more of who she is and I love it. Let’s take it one word at a time.

Silly. You never know what you are going to encounter with her. Often she will be in the mood to growl at random times or squeal at the top of her lungs. She will giggle and violently toss her head back and forth making strange sounds.

Shy. That’s not all that true, but I wanted to think of one word to tell you that she loves to hide. Every day when her Daddy comes home she MUST hide. If you forget to let her hide, she will be very upset. She also hides from anyone else that may come to visit. The first thing a visitor must do is find her. Don’t think that it’s too hard though. This hiding spot may be on the couch under a pillow. A throw pillow guys, not a cushion, but a small pillow. Sometimes it is just her face hidden within her hands. She just loves to hide. It’s actually quite funny when we play hide and seek. I will have to write a post on that.

Hungry. Curly loves her some food. She loves Kix, apples, milk, and lots of other things. She has been known to hide food, I will post about that soon as well. When she calls her Daddy on the phone she always tells him to bring her some Kix. It’s their special thing. Recently I told her that when we came home she could have a cookie. This is not something that I do very often, though I will admit that somehow since Smiles came home we have been eating more sugar at our house. I am trying to change that. Anyway, Curly wanted an apple. To my surprise I told her that she would have to choose between an apple and the cookie. It was close to nap and she needed to quickly eat her choice. She chose the apple and I was very glad. I was about to beat myself up over making her choose one of those. Still young enough to choose the apple. How sweet.

Organized. This child has been a sorter from the start. She would always help me clean toys, even before she could walk. She has bins for the things in her room that are sorted and used to get upset with her best friend for not putting things in the right bin (I used to babysit her friend M during the day and they got to play a lot). Then as she grew a little older and found her own places for things, I would get in trouble with her for not putting things where she had organized them. Certain food items went in certain locations in her kitchen, etc. She is going to have to get over it a bit as her brother gets older. Usually she cleans up her own toys, so I haven’t really done anything about her orderly obsessiveness. She does get it from her Mom. Now it’s all about sorting with colors and other similarities.

Big. She is a tall girl for her age. 125th percentile was the last our pediatrician gave us. He kind of stopped giving us percentiles after her 18 month appt. She has stayed at least that high on the charts. I just hope that she doesn’t end up 6’ tall because it’s hard to buy pants when you are tall. It’s funny when she is around kids her age because I never know what age a kid is. And thankful for adjustable waist bands I am. (A little Yoda there…what the heck)

Loving. She is always so sweet to her family. It’s not uncommon for her to come up to me and say with a sigh, “I love you Mama.” Or, “You’re so sweet.” Or, “You bee-oo-a-ful Mom.” She doesn’t cuddle for long periods of time, but I do get lots of sweet snuggles that last a moment or two.

Deep. Often I am amazed at the spiritual concepts that she understands and the things she asks. Perhaps I don’t know a lot of kids her age and therefore I don’t know what to compare to, but I am astounded at the places her mind goes. She loves to sing about Jesus and gets so excited when a song comes on about Him. She will say, “IT SAYS JESUS MOM!” I just smile and agree with her. Recently she has been getting into worhsip at church. She is copying the other adults during worship and will clap and raise her hands. She sways back and forth and moves with the music. I have never really been a raiser of hands while singing, so I know that she has learned it from other adults that she admires.

I think that since I could go on for ages, I will stop. Curly is one that I could talk about forever. I love that girl like she was my own. Wait…she is. I guess that is why I adore her so much.

Curly makes me smile.