… has a cold she can’t seem to get rid of. I feel like she’s missed as many days of school as she’s attended.
… is getting super excited about having a new baby… except when it comes to sharing her ‘new park’. She is an abnormally good sharer, but is under the impression that she will be receiving a playscape in the backyard for Christmas. She tells me daily how she is going to tell ‘that baby’, “That is NOT your park… you are too little… you can play with baby stuff.”
… likes to hear stories about when I was a little girl all day long. Especially… when there was a rattlesnake in the yard and we called Augie home from work to kill it… When Aunt Ne-ne and I found baby kittens in Augies boat… when Aunt Ne-Ne made me crack my head open on the coffee table. It makes me feel like I was raised in the olden days.
… just wanted to wash her car one day and said, “Maow will be so proud of me.” She also wants a bag of Cascade dishwasher tabs “of (her) berry own” for Christmas.
… says ‘beak-y beak-y’ for EVERYTHING! What movie do you want to watch? Beaky Beaky. What do you want for a snack? Beaky Beaky. What do you want to name your new baby? Beaky Beaky. Its bizarre and frustrating at times... but almost always makes me laugh.
… likes to find things in my closet. She walked around in my veil and cinderella shoes singing ‘here comes the bride… i’m walking in the aisle'.’
… says ‘Yippee Jose…. this is going to be fun’. She heard Nana say ‘No way Jose.’ and now thinks you’re supposed to add Jose to anything you want to.
… loves this show on Nickelodeon called The Fresh Beat Band. When I bought her these pink sparkly high tops, she called them her Kiki shoes (the pink wearing guitar player). She has been obsessed with them. One night, she came into bed with us and instead of first throwing in her blankies… she hoisted over me two sparkly pink high tops that she’d been sleeping with all night.
…goes potty all on her own. It is a little unnerving to hear the toilet flush and see her walk out pulling up her pants. I still like to be notified and oversee everything that goes on in there.
… needs some reassurance several times a day that “there’s no big bad wolves at our house, right?” (while shaking her head ‘no!’ as if to answer for you) Why did I EVER tell her the story of the 3 little pigs? Apparently too much for a 2 year old… I should have waited until she was 18.