Three is going to be a very long year. Sabrina is spectacularly 3. She is full of attitude and sass. She knows it all and isn’t shy to correct you when you get it wrong (or at least wrong by her 3 year old estimation). Every slight correction to her behavior results in much whining and flailing and crying and drama. Oh the drama. She is bossy and refuses to leave Tessa alone. Poor Tessa – if we are looking Sabrina will hip bump her so that she falls down or gets of out the way. If we aren’t looking, she simply takes her by the hand and pulls her shirt so that she falls over. Sabrina answers every question with “NO!”. She could be in the desert dying of thirst and if I asked her if she wanted water she would yell “NO!” She talks ALL DAMN DAY. Seriously, if she isn’t making words, she is making repetitive noises to annoy mommy. I don’t know how anyone can talk that much. Steve, who thinks that Sabrina hung the moon, was ready to throttle her by Sunday afternoon this weekend because she had been so exceptionally 3 all weekend. And then just when we are ready to lock her in a closet until 3 is over, she does something incredibly cute and sweet. Welcome to 3.
Here she is in her Ariel night gown, holding her Nemo fish, watching Dora. (We don’t even have many character items but they all ended up in this photo.) I think it was the only time she was quiet this day.
And poor Tessa wants to know why her sister gets to have fun at the playground while she is stuck in the stroller. (Hint: Sabrina doesn’t eat the mulch.)
If you notice every is wearing long sleeves and pants – it feels like fall in Nashville today. A high of only 68 – loving it!