We finally took the crib rail off Sissy's bed and replaced it with the toddler rail. We could have done this already, but I couldn't find it anywhere. I finally found it in storage, and Sissy was very excited about getting a "big girl bed." She did a really great job the first night. The second night, she had a very sad face and wanted her other bed back. She was fighting back tears in a very sweet, brave way - her little lip was quivering, and it was apparent how attached she was to her other bed, a place she felt safe. She is used to it now, though. I personally wanted her out of the crib so I don't have to get up when she wakes up and calls for me. (Somehow she never realized she could crawl out of it like Dash did, oh so much earlier in life.) She can come into my bed and cuddle until I officially wake up or go downstairs and get her own drink, if that's what she needs. 9 years of being a mother, and I'm still not used to waking up early.
We really can't believe, in general, how much she has grown up lately. (It's like it's practically time for another baby, ya know? Hee hee - sorry, Hon, I have to throw that in there every chance I get.) She says the biggest things, and sometimes her voice is so clear, I'd swear she was 6 or 7 already (but mostly, she still has the tiny little, stuttery voice that I understand most of the time). Ryan is always amazed at how detail oriented, opinionated, verbal, social, and GIRLY she is. And she wants what she wants, and she likes what she likes. Which all seems very normal to me, the other female of the family. He's still learning the ways of women, even after 12 years. She always talks about the kids in her class by name and gives details about her school day. Which, of course, we have to pull out of the boys with 20 questions. This morning, we were dropping off Dash at school, when another boy was getting out of the car next to us. She said, "That's Ben. That's Dash's friend." (She said it with their real names, of course.) It was totally random; I really don't know how she knew that was his name as she's only seen him in passing. It's not like he's ever been to our house or anything.
I always write down the funny and cute things my kids say. Or the things they say I want to remember "just because." The other day we were walking along, and I asked her if she "needed me to hold her?" She said, "Um...um...(she was thinking about it)...I need you...but I'll walk."
P.S. Thank you for all of the nice comments after my last post. I feel much better now. :)