Ivy's Collection

Being the mother of a curious and mischievous 3 year old is never dull. She's always asking questions and questions and more questions. She's obsessed with knowing and understanding EVERYTHING and gets so frustrated when the topic is out of her grasp.  Here's a common scenario: we're out in a public place and Ivy sees a man with long hair. This doesn't make any sense.  He's a man... but he has long hair.  So in a loud, carrying voice she HAS to ask, "Is that a boy or a gul (girl)?" Did a mention it's pretty awkward being the mother of a curious three year old?

We were at Hyrum's t-ball game and Ivy attached herself to a cute little 6 year old girl watching her younger brother play. Ivy was of course asking her all kinds of questions like, "Why aw (are) you sitting in that chaiw (chair)? and "Why do you have howt (heart) socks?".  After coming back to sit with me for a while she returned to the girl and said, "Hey, can I sit with you?" The girl replied, "Yes, if you don't ask any more questions." Ivy's obvious response was, "Why?"

Another cute Ivy quirk is her collection. Shiny rocks, leaves, flowers, and other random stuff of the day are treated like precious treasures. Walks and family activities are brought to a halt if Ivy spies anything worthy enough to add to her assortment of specimens. When her trike (inevitably) tips over due to her crazy steering she could care less about her own injuries. She screams, "MY COWECTION!!!" and isn't satisfied until every last artifact is stowed away safely.

Proudly displaying her stash.

I absolutely love this stage: entering independence, but still completely innocent and reliant on me for reassurance

 and security (I'm not ready to be out of the picture yet!)