I can’t believe my sweet little angel baby is four years old!
Four seems like a big threshold. This year Bea will be entering preschool (a milestone she CAN’T wait for, thanks to Big Sis), and suddenly there will be another adult added to the influences in her life.
Four is the age where my girls seem to come into their own with knowing what they want for presents. MG asked for (and received) a palace pets castle at four (something Bea plays with all the time now). Bea is asking for very specific presents this year with a Minnie mouse airplane at the top of her list. She has also chosen her cake, chocolate with a Minnie mouse plastic garnish. Yes, this is the year of the mouse for my little girl, but seeing as how fast those tastes change once school comes along, I am happy to indulge for now.
Three has been fun. Her expression has exploded this year. On her third birthday, she was stringing just a few words together at a time and spent a long time thinking before she would speak. Now, her words can’t quite catch up to her brain as she often repeats a filler word “so, so, so, so…” while she attempts to get her thoughts out.
She has relished her time spent in “Bea school” this year and has been an excellent student. She has learned to cut expertly, glue well, trace and recognize letters, and her coloring skills have improved. Every single day she asks if we can do Beaschool as soon as I put Sib down for a morning nap. I’ve also enjoyed my solo time with her as baby girl has been quite the distraction as of late, getting into and making messes when she’s awake. It’s been nice to have the one on one time with my middle.
Some of her quirks include: she does not like to get her hands sticky/messy. She will beg to wash them as soon as they touch any kind of food matter that leaves a residue (salt, grease, sugar, you name it). She will go the distance to eat a Rice Krispie treat, or a slice of banana bread with a spoon. At the YMCA last week, they were having the kids paint their hands to make handprints on a sign and she outright refused, preferring instead to color and even then was peeved about the marker leaking onto her fingers.
Speaking of the YMCA, the ladies had mentioned that she seemed like an old soul. Like she has an unshakeable confidence about her. She is very sure of what she wants/doesn’t want, and never wavers. I think this is a very accurate description of our Bea. I think come high school, she will be a force to be reckoned with because she will possess two compatible, but lethal traits: beauty and confidence.
She still loves her animal babies, the creepy ones with the big eyes and pacifiers. She spends untold amounts of time every day changing their outfits and seeing to their comfort. (she has two because she lost her prized one: Baby Bear, earlier this year. While he was missing we replaced him with Baby Squirrel, and much to our surprise, Baby Bear resurfaced) One thing I find interesting about her is that she latches onto a toy for a day, usually something small like a shopkins or a piece of jewelry, like a ring. She will carry this around all day in her hand. Although I was hesitant at first, she begged to take these possessions with her into child watch and Sunday School. She will take care of and remain close fisted around this possession the entire time. She definitely seems to have some peculiarities about organization and her things.
Other than Baby Bear, her favorite toys are playsets (Minnie mouse camper, shopkins, dog park), and her purple watch. She also seems to enjoy carrying around paper. A folded notecard and especially the paper that comes inside the new toys (usually the one with instructions or the plastic ones that shows pictures of the toy in play). Once again, she will carry the chosen thing around in her tight fist all day and grows concerned if it becomes improperly unfolded.
Bea is my first child that enjoys going out and seeing the world. She never minds being dropped off for Sunday school or MOPS, and every day asks “so where are we going today?” She is the foil to her older sister, the homebody. Every time we run an errand, even if it is to Costco or the bank, she says, “that was fun”. She’s an easy one to entertain and always has been.
As sad as it is for me to watch my girls grow up, each birthday brings the potential for lots of new milestones and most importantly memories. And that is something I will always look forward to.
Happy four years, Bitty Bea! We love you so much!