Our almost three year old

Beatrice is almost 3. We've decided this means she has definite opinions on things. Last month it was that her hair shouldn't be done. This month it's that she should pick her own outfits (this includes PJs). Exhausting. I didn't manage to capture it, but in the photo above she was actually wearing a blue polka dot shirt, her pants end just below her knees, she has on red knee socks. We did manage to talk her into rubber boots, as we were at the Little Farm. Goodness.

One of my other recent favorites was her pink shirt, pink skirt, pink leg warmers, sweater and flip flops. Wow. She has also been including the stroller ("struhler") in all of her baby-play recently. Including mimicking of baby cries.

In other news, Beatrice remains obsessed with swings. A favorite activity, after spending at least an hour every morning at school on the swings there, is to have Jessica push her on our swing out back. They have a great time.

Besides swinging and baby dolls and dressing/grooming herself, Beatrice is also trying to figure out the world. As we drove on the highway the other day, Beatrice asked me to point out Zach's office in SF.

me: "There it is, the brown one. Daddy works on the top floor."

B: (after thinking for a minute) "Daddy take the stairs to work on top floor?"

me: "No, no, he rides in an elevator to his floor. It would take him a long time to walk all the way up."

B: "Hmm. That make sense."