Violet continues to bring cuteness and laughter to our family. Our youngest daughter can be sweet, if she wants to, but she excels at being sassy and definitely knows what she does and doesn't want. I have to constantly dilute her demands with reminders of saying "please" and "thank you". She will then rephrase her request with, "Mom get me milk please and thank you." She may have a lot of needs, but she does love to help as well. Here she is below, earning her keep by helping me in the kitchen.
Violet loves to play with Will or I, and sometimes can get Emma to play with her too, until Lucy convinces Emma to play with her instead. Here Violet is below, in various stages of play in clockwise order from the top left: Violet loves playing with Play Doh and figured out how to roll balls out of the dough, Violet playing a linking game with me, Violet on top of her dresser playing with her doll early one morning, Violet playing the linking game, and Violet holding her baby doll named Annie (but also sometimes named Brady, depending on what real life baby we have just spent time with).
Violet has a clothes source from someone other than her older sisters and always feels special when my friend drops off clothes that her daughter has outgrown. This month Violet got a pair of pretty purple snow pants that fit her better than the hand me downs she was wearing and actually match her winter jacket too! Violet was so excited for the snow pants that she asked me to take a picture of her wearing them.
Besides having to deal with recycled styles from not one but two older sisters, she also does a lot of waiting while her older sisters are in classes. Violet is just happy to be with us though, and we sure find ways to have fun while we wait. In the below left hand picture Violet is pulling a doll around the Salvation Army while her sisters are in dance class. In the right hand picture below, Violet is proudly showing off her picture in the newspaper, which was taken at the nature center when we were waiting for Lucy and Emma who were in a class there. Waiting has it's perks, and Violet and I do enjoy our one on one time together.
Violet is very excited to begin her first dance class in the fall and talks about how she will be in the Pre-Dance class at the studio where Lucy and Emma take classes. The other day Lucy asked me how Violet will be able to have her hair up in a bun for class since it is still so short. Violet overheard Lucy's question, and told us, "My hair is growing as long as Rapunzel's hair! Soon it will be growing all the way to my butt hole!" At which point Emma informed Violet, "you crossed the line Violet." I about fell out of my chair at the word "hole" but to hear Emma inform Violet that she had crossed the line in acceptable things to say was the icing on the hilarious cake for me. Here Violet is below, getting her hair cut from Will's cousin.
I am still number one in Violet's book and am loving every moment of that title. I know that she will outgrow me as her favorite person soon enough, and so I cherish it more than I can say. Violet also knows that her affection makes me happy. The other day Will was working late and I realized that dinner was late to be made and the house was trashed. I sat down on the couch feeling overwhelmed and sighed, saying that the house was a disaster. Violet came over to me, climbed up into my lap and laid her head on my shoulder. I asked her if she was tired (feeling even more guilty that dinner was going to be late) and she said, "No, I am making mama happy." Surprised, I asked her, "You came over to snuggle me because you knew I was feeling tired?" She smiled at me and said "yes, I know how to make you happy mama!" Oh Violet, yes you do!
In fact, Violet knows how to make each of us happy and is always finding ways to do that. Usually she is telling Lucy and Emma that she will give them something for their birthday when they are feeling sad. And for Will, she goes over to him and scratches his back. She has also been known to come over to me and rub my back with a foam roller if I mention that I have a headache. Our little sweetie knows she is loved, and we also bask in the fact that she loves us fiercely back.
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