1. I love listening to K just talk and talk and tell these super long elaborate stories where she is using an amazing amount of imagination. It's SO cool!
2. I love that she is so much more able to play by herself at this age. Not that I don't love playing with her but sometimes it's really cool just to listen to her telling her toys all about the things she is doing and inviting over "robot kitties" (we still don't know where that one came from) or saying things like "I realize xyz..." because it's hilarious to hear her say "I realize". She also loves to talk to the Veggies from Veggie Tales and show them her cuckoo clock because as she tells them, "it's so awesome".
3. It is SO incredible to me how much you change being a parent. For example (and be forewarned, this is not for the weak of stomach) this morning K took her diaper off by herself, like she does most mornings and after naps. Being fairly early, it was still dark in her room and I didn't have my glasses on yet. I notice something weird looking on the floor next to her bed and I go to pick it up and of course, it's poop. Totally gross. However, I just laughed and cleaned it up and the rest of the day we were saying 'Eewww, poopie' and laughing. Man, I tell ya, a few years ago that would have been just about the grossest thing to ever happen to me but when it's your own kid and you have to clean it yourself (especially when your Mom lives 300 miles away) you just do it and don't even really think twice (except for the 4 times I washed my hands ;)
4. Things with pregnancy number 3 are going smoothly so far. It's still very hard for me to be too excited. I think my fears are still too prevalent and at the surface. It could also be a bit of "not first baby" syndrome. I don't know. Maybe Mom's who have multiple kids can chime in here... There is a part of me that is nervous / sad to think of K as not being my only child. We have such a special relationship with her and I don't want that to change. I know that it will and I'm sure it will be for the better (she LOVES being helpful at this age so that's a huge plus) but she also loves the fact that she is still our Baby and I don't want her to lose that. Don't get me wrong, I'm very happy to being having a second, I mean, I'm a second born and tons of super cool people I know are not first borns (like my amazing husband) but there is a part of me that just wants to hug her tighter, kiss her more, hold onto every moment a bit tighter... I'm sure it's only going to get to worse the closer we get to Jan.