Meet E

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The littlest one E is so wonderful to describe. She’s the child we really weren’t expecting. As I wrote before in one of my very first posts, Life is what happens when you are busy doing something else:

…we did decide to only have two children, but as our luck would have it, J’s doctor was on vacation the week his vasectomy was scheduled. Apparently there was a mix-up in scheduling. So instead of a vasectomy that day, we conceived baby girl number 3. I really kid you not. J already took the day off work and we managed to have some fun while the two older kids were busy watching Sesame Street.

Two weeks later, when we saw the big fat positive, J called the urologist to reschedule the appointment at the earliest possible time. He quipped with the doctor that he was going to send her a bill for the cost of raising a child to adulthood, as it was their office that created the mix up that resulted in our being pregnant.

Despite the initial misgivings we had having a third baby, she’s been a truly joyful addition to our family. She has been an amazingly happy child for most of her little life. She brought healing to my heartache over not being able to fully breastfeed my two other girls (note: nursing toddler picture in this post).

She was almost the exact opposite in many ways from my first two children. She was a calm baby by comparison, she nursed well, she smiled more than she cried as an infant. She walked later (at 12 months instead of 10 months like the other two), and talked MUCH later (hardly speaking until 25 months, whereas her sisters were speaking 3-4 word sentences by then). The not speaking became a problem big enough to warrant an early intervention visit, since she would do more pointing to objects than naming them, and screaming no when I didn’t understand. She barely missed the cut-off for speech services through the state. To this day she still has a bit of an enunciation problem, though another visit to the preschool aged early intervention promised me it was still within normal limits. When both her sister’s potty trained before 25 months, she didn’t until she was almost 3.

She didn’t like letters at all, whereas her sisters took an early fascination with letters. She loved numbers and counting a lot. She loved the activities we would do at home and she was my model for most of the toddler activities and some of the montessori activities like this one and this one on my other blog, The Wonder Years.

This child loves to stack – anything. The other girls liked to line up their toys, this one loved to stack them.

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6 months ago she wouldn’t color much or write any letters out, recently we started on some worksheets to help her get ready for preschool in the fall.

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Personality-wise, she’s been the most outgoing of the 3 of them. She is not shy around other children, often going up to them and offering a greeting, “Hi, I’m E…and I’m 4 years old”. She’s also quite the ham and she has very interesting facial expressions. She’d be quite a good actress simply based on how many “looks” she can generate.

The only current concern I have for her is her increasing sensitivity. I’m used to having highly sensitive children, but now E will cry at the drop of a hat if we say the wrong thing to her, saying “you’re mad at me” (and we are really never mad at her, but we do tell her when things need correcting) and proceed to cry for 15 minutes and it will be difficult to calm her down from it. Or if an adult addresses her, she will also quickly dissolve into a puddle of tears. Sigh, I know it’s probably just a developmental phase, but I really hope it’s not going to persist.

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