My joyful almond-eyed girl turned three last month.
We had a simple birthday party at home. She was ecstatic when Jared came in the door with a "bikesable" just for her. She still needs a little practice with pedaling, but she's doing better than I expected.
A few days after her birthday, Ivy and I sat down for breakfast together and had the following conversation:
Me: "Ivy, what do you want to be when you grow up?"
Ivy: "Hey, that's like The Bunny Book!"
Me: "That's right, it is. But do you know what you want to be?"
Ivy: "Hmm, let me fink."
(A few moments pass while she looks up at the ceiling with her hand on her chin.)
Ivy: "I want to be a soccer man!"
Me: "Really? I didn't know you wanted to play soccer."
Ivy: "Uh huh! 'Cept I not in the TV."
(Apparently she thinks soccer men only exist on TV.)
Me: "Well, you can play soccer even if you're not in the TV."
Ivy: "Okay. Let's do that!"
Me: "What else do you want to be?"
Ivy: "An animal rescuer. Like Diego and like you."
Me: "That's a good thing to be. Did you know you can rescue animals even when you're a kid? I rescued animals when I was little."
Ivy: "Yeah. Kid Mommy saves cats, robins, and lambs."
Me: "Is there anything else you want to be when you grow up?"
Ivy: "How 'bout I be a makin' lady?"
Me: (thinking . . . a Jamaican lady? Huh?) "What does a makin' lady do?"
Ivy: "She cuts apples and carrots and puts all the food together. Like Daddy watches on the TV."
Me: "Ohh. A making lady makes food?"
Ivy: "Uh huh. . . . Mommy, thank you for talking about when I grow up."
Yep, that's right. My daughter wants to be a soccer man, an animal rescuer, and a making lady when she grows up. Sounds like a good plan to me. I wish I had my life figured out as well as she does.
And now, here's Ivy doing what Ivy does best:
Words can't express my love for her, so I won't waste my time trying right now. Have a good weekend!