Elizabeth is very proud of being three. She's "really big" now and "doesn't need help". In the mornings she wakes up, goes to the washroom, picks her clothes and puts them on without assistance or even prompting. She can even button and zip, though some clothing is "a bit twicky". She likes stripes and fancy socks. She likes matching. Getting to pick out (matching) clothing for Mommy and Daddy is a coveted treat, though she believes we have a serious shortage of pink underwear, especially Daddy.
She also likes to match her babies. Playing with babies is still a big thing (sigh), but she pretends to BE a baby less and less often. Now she pretends to go to museums, to the doctor, and shopping. The shopping is almost always at "Ome Depot". The sick usually are "not feeling well" or "have a sore back". The doctor usually prescribes rest or vitamins. The basement is still her favourite place in the world, assuming that there is "someone to look after me". She likes to play with trains and cars, especially if she can make the cars zoom down an incline. Cutting, colouring and stickers are also popular.
She usually wakes by 6:30am or 7, eats breakfast at 8am, snack at 10am, lunch at 11:15am, afternoon nap at 1ish, snack at 3pm, supper at 5pm, bed by 7 or 7:30pm. It's unusual for her to wake up at night, unless she's not feeling well.
Elizabeth knows most, if not all of her letters, and quite a number of them can be matched to sounds. She loves to point out the letters that belong to various family members, though she's not super happy about having to share "her" E with Erika. She also knows a lot of her numbers, but she consistently recognizes "3" as an "M".
Elizabeth is a little chatterbox, though she still has a tendency to clam up around strangers. She's starting to talk in french too, even whole sentences. Most of her favourite lullabies at night are in french, though sometimes she has to sing them to me so that I understand what the heck she's asking me to sing.
On the eating front, she still likes pasta, cheese, rice, meat, fish and bread. No potatoes (not even French Fries), and she can detect microscopic forms of onion. She's not keen on vegetables, except for corn and peas. "Greens" and broccoli is hit and miss. She also doesn't eat berries or pretty much any fruit unless it's an apple, orange, banana, peach or grapefruit. Or if it's a raisin / cranberry. On the other hand, she ate several bites of chili tonight and six beans. Promises of "vity-yums" (gummy vitamin D) and "yert" (dessert) are usually enough to get her to try new things, but she's very suspicious of anything she doesn't recognize, even if it's her beloved chocolate. Still, there's light at the end of the tunnel... We also recently learned that she eats LOTS more things than a truly picky eater - nothing like a roomful of parents discussing toddler eating problems to get some perspective!
On the whole she's a lot of fun. At prayer time she tells God what she's worried about ("Dogs, cats, alligators and frogs") and what she's been "naughty about" during the day, which usually involves not listening to Mommy or Daddy. But some days she says: "Dear God, I was PRETTY good today." We think she's pretty good most of the time.