just Laci

Laci ends up in our bed almost every morning, somewhere between five and seven. That is, if I'm lucky enough to still be in bed at that time. Most mornings, I hear her little feet patting the floor as she makes her way across the house to our room. But the other morning, I heard her crying in her bed. It was about 5:30. I hurried to get her before she woke Mia as I certainly did not want to start my day that early.

I brought her back to our bed, snuggled her between Ryan and me, and she quickly went back to sleep.

Went she awoke a couple of hours later, I teased her. "How did you get in my bed?"

"I was crying," she said.

"Why were you crying?" I asked her.

"I lost you mommom."

Aww, so sweet.

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Her imagination is going wild these days. She acts out stories with her toys and loves it when Ryan or I will play with her. She isn't so fond of letting little sister join in. She made Ryan and I re-enact The Lion King the other day. It was the scene in the gorge when Mufasa is killed. Laci was Simba, I was Mufasa, and Ryan was Scar. (Random note: Laci is convinced that Scar is a hyena, not a lion, and no amount of reasoning will change her mind.) She made me roar "really loud" and then I had to fall out of the chair and die. "Close your eyes and die," she told me. She is quite the director.  I was trying my best not to laugh, but wasn't very successful, and was scolded on more than one occasion to "be dead."

She really is a sweetheart. She just wants everyone to be happy and she can be so helpful and loving. Most of the time. I won't talk about those other times when she is just a pill because her extreme sensitivity, moodiness, and emotional tendencies, well, that's all me in a smaller package.

She seems like such a big girl now that she is three. She has started telling me how she is growing up and getting bigger, though I'm trying my best to keep her little for as long as possible.  She still loves to snuggle under a blanket when she's tired, and too often, I feel like it's a waste of time to just sit on the couch and do nothing.  I keep reminding myself that she won't always want to sit with me and "white blanket, and sippy cup, and mulp, and white blanket" (which is a direct quote).  And when that day comes, I will be sad.