Wednesday, April 9, 2014

Two years old

Oh boy is she ever two.

The Vitals:
30 lb (with all her clothes & a full belly)
35.5 inches

She's leggy and yet still has some of the baby softness, especially in her hands and feet.

The Talking! Some of my favorite words right now: co-wees (covers), tay-maile (tomato), may-pup (makeup) She has ALL THE WORDS and is repeating everything, also constructing her own sentences. She picked something up off of J's nightstand, looked at it and said, "This is Daddy's." What?!? Yes, it is, but...whoa.
Singing! She sings to us. Real songs. Identifiable songs. BEST.
Running, "jumping," spinning. She's pretty clumsy when she's walking, but she loves to dance.

Um... see above. She likes to "drive" my car, and check the mail. She can and does feed the dog. She fetches stuff.
With her step stool (that she almost doesn't need), she will turn the lights on & off

Works in Progress:
Actual jumping. With two feet
Counting. Mostly it's 1, 2, 9. Except if she's throwing something. Then it's "One, Tree, TROW!"
Listening? She'll figure that our eventually, right?

She likes:
Winnie the Pooh, books, disassembling things, cooking, her blanket, putting on makeup, purses, vacuuming, dumping things from one container to another, snuggling, bath time, showers, singing, spinning, dip, tomatoes, squash, potatoes, nuggets, pasta in pretty much any form, her big girl bed (which is actually a toddler day bed, but it was her big present today and DUDE! she was so happy!)

She dislikes:
Not being able to do whatever she wants whenever she wants it... just like every other human.

I like:
All the communication, and when she spontaneously runs up to hug me, her laugh, when she takes my hand to lead me around, how fast she's learning, her curls-which are still just at the back of her head, but slowly taking over as the front gets long enough to reach the back, pigtails!

I dislike:
Tantrums, just like every other human

She is such a little mimic, and it's sometimes startling to hear the strange habits I have coming from her mouth. Like the fact that I tend to give her simple directions in threes. When I tell her to pull her blanket out of her crib, I say "pull, pull, pull." And thus, so does she. She tells me she'll be right back when she leaves the room. When she bumps into something or falls down, "I sorry." When Garrison cries, "I coming! Is Ok Garrison. I coming!" Yeah. Yeah, it's... yeah.

Her party was great, but I only have pictures from before everyone arrived of the cake & food, because both my phone & camera were non-functional. So, once everyone else's phones send me the goods, I'll share.

You guys. She's great. I don't know how I got so lucky. I mean, we have days. Days where I just flop into bed and wonder how I'm ever going to make her into a functional member of society. I get exasperated and have no idea how to handle the ultra-mega-meltdowns. I get mad when she's willful. Then she does something sweet or helpful or cute and it gets me through that moment. She's as smart and sweet and adorable as a two year old.

Irish lass
Matchy matchy

Unimpressed toddler

This actually happened. Famous silhouette

totally ladylike

Sweet little ham

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