Ruby Nicole: 34 Months

Ruby Nicole: 34 Months

I am one of “those” people. Who refers to their children in months. And will hopefully continue this annoying habit for many years to come. Can you imagine, yeah Ruby is now 192 months old, and she’s driving! So proud of our little angel she’s 364 months and getting married. (Notice that I’m not letting her “leave the nest” until she’s 30!) Anyway… I don’t know how long this disgusting behavior will go on, but maybe until Ruby quits looking like your average five year old. Because, honestly I know she is potty-trained, sleeps in a big girl bed, makes her own peanut butter and jelly sandwiches, and can practically swim better than Missy Franklin. She’s still my little girl.

Which is all I keep thinking about over the past few weeks, and few days especially. You aren’t big enough to be two ALMOST three. You’re not big enough to leave me for two hours, twice a week. You are not big enough to know what clothes you want to wear, and have opinions on capris or shorts. It seems like you just were born. That I just held you for the first time, and that we’re still learning this whole I’m the mom and you are the baby thing. So since we are still learning, I’m not ready for you to be a big girl. Because I feel like I haven’t had enough time. Once I feel like I’ve mastered something, you are moving on to the next big thing Rubes.

Ruby, loves the show Max and Ruby. She totally gets that she is going to be a big sister and that she is going to have her very own Max. She calls her baby Renz which is in my top two of name choices, and I think that she’s helping me win the battle for the naming of baby Jones. I hope she doesn’t think because Ruby is such a boss (the bunny Ruby) that she can be a boss too. But considering we call her “Bossarelli” on a frequent basis. She more so knows she is the boss and this little brother of hers does not stand a chance. Too bad so sad for you baby Renz. I’ve had enough of Max and Ruby for years to come and I think it’s the first children’s show that I officially cannot stand. I actually enjoy most other things Ruby is into lately.

Some of the things she loves; dressing up like Cinderelley. Her favorite movies are Cinderella, Tangled and Santa Paws (weirdo, loving Santa Paws). But I still would prefer that over Max and Ruby. Her favorite book to read has been, “The Berenstain Bears Better Safe than Sorry”. Of all the books in the house, she likes a little paperback from a Chic-Fil-A kids meal. I grew up on the Berenstains so I love reading it too her. Nic thinks it’s a little long. I think he’s silly. Ruby is getting into Barbie’s, and keeps wanting to add to the collection. She still love Daisy and Minnie and I hope they’ll always be her two best friends. Nic went to Chicago this month to see his brother, and I brought her back Goofy. He was the last one in the gang that we didn’t have and her bed is pretty crowded!

She is still an awesome eater, sleeper, potty going, happy girl. I never can complain about her, ever since she was born she’s just done what babies/kids are “supposed” to do. I like to think it’s all my magical mothering skills. But I think she was sent to earth good. She has brought so many blessings into our life and home that I can’t take much credit. She has such good desires. She loves missionaries, temples, and nursery. She is great during church, and is consistent in bringing her copy of the Book of Mormon to me in the mornings for a little family scripture study. She has just a desire to do and be a good little gal. I want to be more like her.

She is also a sass. She likes things her way. She’s bossy and opinionated. She hates pony tails, especially when I wear them. She likes her shirts to match her pants, shorts, and mostly skirts but her idea of matching is pink on pink or blue on blue. She has a hard time going to bed early and wants to be part of the party. We’re working on it, but failing miserably. I loved the idea of “our daughter is an angel” and will stay up until whenever we do while running errands, going to dinner, chatting. But now it’s becoming annoying. We all need better bed times at this house. And operation Jones Family Rules has begun. Even though we have only had 3/14 successful nights.  Why we can’t be more regiment, or structured I don’t know. But we’re loosey goosey over here and it’s a bad habit.

Ruby has learned to love eggs. They were one of two things (potatoes) that she wasn’t a big fan of. But we’ve been on an egg kick lately. She still prefers oatmeal as her breakfast meal, and a glass of chocolate milk. She is keeping Kraft in business with her love for mac’ cheese being her choice dinner. She loves apples and caramel for snacks. Marshmallows disappear far too quickly with Ruby around and chicky boomba in all forms is her favorite thing to eat for dinner. She’s not picky, she makes everyone around her look picky because she likes cheese enchiladas  and not so spicy salsas. She does like noodles and that makes us think she was adopted because we’re not noodle lovers, we were out to eat (shame on us) and had eaten Mexican the last 5 nights (of some sort) and she just looks at me after eating and says, I wish we had noodles Mom. Sweet thing can only eat so many tacos in a week I guess.

The last thing I must mention is Ruby’s insane obsession with the two little pigs (I know it’ three) and the big bad pup (I know it’s wolf!). We tell that song (I know it’s story) over and over and over and over again at our house. She loves it. She is so creative and names the pigs different names each time. Usually it goes along with what we’ve been doing. Her favorites have been the three Jones boys (Jordon, Nic and Mitch), the six McNaughtan’s (they have to share houses, we ran out of building material) and she loves being the star of the show with Dais and Minn and she always is the one to build her house out of bricks. She has ventured into loving Little Red Ruby Hood and is hoping to dress up as her for her pumpkin patch birthday party. She wants Dad to be the “Big Bad Pup” and me to be the “Three Little Pigs”. 

Oh my darling Ruby girl. You are the most beautiful, fun spirited, happy, playful and adventurous little lady I know. I am lucky to be your Mom and to learn from you so frequently. I love how patient and kind you are to me. You are helpful and sweet and always optimistic. You make me feel like I’m the queen of the world most days. I love you forever and always.