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Just. Like. That.

In what felt like a heartbeat, we had ourselves a 3 year old.  Amazing.  When they say time flies, they're not exaggerating.  It really does fly.  I hope that my lack of blogging hasn't left any of you feeling abandoned or without a Buggy update.  (If you're following me on FB or Instagram, you haven't missed a thing!)  On Bug's birthday, Daddy and I took the day off work to take Bug to the movies and to the pool!  This summer has been the most "summer-like" since I was a kid.  I can't remember having this much fun.  We spent every Friday after school at the local wading pool with school friends, church friends, and cousins!  What better way to beat the heat, right?  I am so grateful to live in a community that values family so much that they provide an endless amount of kid-friendly activities.  There is always something going on.  A big goal for us this year was to help Bug become more active outdoors and I really do think we've succeeded.  From the wading pool, the real pool, to the park, we've got it all covered.  And if there's enough time before/after dinner on weekdays, she roams around the courtyard with her scooter and/or tricycle.  

We took a short summer break from dance and realized quickly that that was a bad idea.  Bug missed it...a lot.  We spent the majority of the summer explaining that we would be back in dance class in two short months.  To a toddler, two months can feel like a lifetime, I'm sure.  Well, dance has officially begun.  Bug has a new teacher and is in a new classroom where parents can't see the kids and kids can't see the parents.  This "major" change has no effect on Bug because our Little Miss Independent has never needed us to "be there" during dance class.  As much as it pains us for her to not need us, I'm glad we don't suffer from the tears and separation a lot of parents and children go through because it would hurt me more than the kid.  

I'm not sure if you've heard, but after three years of life, someone finally got a haircut.  I know it doesn't seem like much, but you can definitely tell the difference when you're brushing it out.  (Detangler has become a twice-a-day thing.)  

Due to some career transitions for Ninang and Ninong, Lo has been staying with us after school everyday for about a month or so.  It's been a learning and life altering experience for Bug.  In just over a month they have not only become friends, but they have become just like sisters.  Bug has learned to fight a little less. She's grown to be protective of Lo-- so much so that when they are in the playground, she walks around holding Lo by the wrist and protecting her from the "monsters" (big kids).  She reads to Lo, teaches her how to play pretend, and cleans up after her.  They put on "shows" for me, dancing around in costumes.  It's amazing to see how much Bug does for/with Lo without being asked.  She's held herself accountable for teaching Lo that we play with toys one at a time, putting toys away, and making sure Lo washes her hands (and turns off the faucet afterwards-- minor scare).  She wipes her face clean, helps with diaper changes...anything and everything.  God willing, if/when we are able to give Bug a sibling, she will be this loving and protective.  We are so grateful for her sense of maturity and sensitivity and even more grateful for how little of an adjustment this new schedule has been for her.  Overnight she went from spending every second with Mommy, to having to share her with Lo and in all honesty, I was nervous about how she'd adjust to that every single day.  I am so proud of her.  Having Lo after school has also done wonders for my relationship with her!  She's already so much more comfortable with me than she ever was before and after the initial shock of how much we talk in our family (at home, in the car, at the store), I think Lo is finally settled in.  This is great practice for having two kids--especially when I'm at the market alone with them.  It's a hot sweaty race through the store and back to the car, but we do it and we survive.  :)

Aside from knowing her alphabet (lower and upper case, recognizing and writing), Bug is also beginning to understand the concept of numbers.  Instead of just reiterating the numbers, she is officially counting EVERYTHING.  She is also developing into quite the artist.  Once she drew Mommy in a pool, upside-down, swimming towards the stairs.  (So morbid.)  Then the other day she drew a table with 6 chairs around it and an "evil thing" flying over the table.  (So scary.)  At first this really scared me, but I now realize the table and chairs are like the ones at her school and the evil thing is Rasputin from the movie, Anastasia.  We have ourselves a true artist.  She is so dramatic.  So the other day, Mommy taught her how to draw rainbows.  :)

I think this phase of Bug's life (so far, anyway) is one of my favorites.  She willingly talks to me, tells me about her day, hugs me, constantly kisses me, and tells me she loves me.  I may not be on the same level as her dear ol' dad, but I'm close and I'll take it!  She is beyond funny and even better, she thinks I'm funny too!  She is growing to be one of my best friends and I can only imagine what our relationship will be like in the future.  


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