She has been very, well 3.5 lately. Three and a half years is some crazy magical age with my kids. It is a stubborn streak of frustration that can be the perfect babyproof for any young couple thinking of having a child.
Ruby is cute. And sweet. And gives the most gentile hugs that melt your heart. But she can also be a hot mess. She can throw a firey fit and hit you if she doesn’t get her way (it’s a good thing she is so darn tiny!). Passionate. That is one word for it. Bedtimes are awful for her, for some reason she comes out several times before finally going to sleep. Tonight she only came out a handful of times, but when I went to check on her for the night, I found her like this:
Yes, I did pick her up and put her back in her bed.