Alessia is three, and I don't even know where to begin. She talks all day long, and while she has her toddler grammar foibles, she's also taken to saying things like, "mamma, continue reading this book" or "daddy, I just don't want to eat my cannelini beans tonight." My mother said yesterday "she's like an old lady." At the same time, she's developing a wonderful toddler's sense of humor. Slapstick is big right now. We've learned a song that takes any nursery rhyme and changes the last two verses to "threw it out the windor, the second story window." We sing it as loud as possible with a wild hand gesture for the throwing part.
She loves to be in the garden, and spent the summer helping me plant seeds, build trellises, water plants, and pick tomatoes.
She has a year of challenges ahead of her. Potty training is very slow going. Alessia needs to be able to see every step ahead of her before tackling the unknown. For weeks now we've been discussing the big girl bed she will be getting next weekend. She's curious about it, and I can see her thinking it through, but she always ends the conversation with an airy "not right now though." Trick-or-treating almost didn't happen for her. I had to explain for days every detail, and at the last minute she still almost bailed. In the end she went, and had a fantastic time.
She loves trucks and trains, which makes me very happy.
We spent the last year trying new churches, and finally decided on Old South in Boston. This is the first time Alessia has been in a pre-school type situation. Our last church didn't have other kids her age, and so I could never leave her in the pre-schoool room. Old South has dozens of little ones. Alessia hesitates as I drop her off, but she always has big smiles on her face when she comes down to the chapel with the other kids. So I think she is enjoying herself, and it's good for her.
Alessia loves her little sister.
Alessia made me a mom. I love this job. Can I say it again? I love this job. Thank you Alessia.