Elizabeth is 20 months old today! (And that means I’m due in 3 months!)
She’s still a very happy kiddo–she’s singing to herself right now as she looks at books with her adored big brother. Her hair is finally long enough to pull back (we try to keep it out of her eyes, with varying levels of success). Sometimes I wonder where my low maintenance genes went–she nearly always has shoes, a hat, cellphone, and/or a purse with her throughout the day. Her first act every day is to run down to the shoe closet and pick out a pair of shoes or boots for the day. (Last week we had to run some errands at Kohls and the mall, and she insisted on bringing her purse with her…)
If Tommy’s old stocking cap is ever missing, we hear “Hat! Hat! Hat!” until we find it again.
Tommy pulled out his old chunky puzzles this week, and lo and behold, we have another puzzle lover on our hands! She’s gotten lots of encouragement from everyone, and she’s rapidly mastering the ones we have. I wish I’d thought to pull them out sooner.
She’s so verbal all day long. I miss the “I hummy” which meant “please may I have some milk”–it’s been replaced in the past couple of weeks with “I milk! I milk! I milk!” in increasing volume until Mommy responds. Other favorite phrases (always repeated several times) include “I teeth” (please may I brush my teeth with your yummy grownup toothpaste, even though I have already done it five times today?), “I up” (please may I get in my booster seat right now because I’m going to die of hunger if I have to wait a single extra second for lunch), “Uck” (that toy/hair bow/book that I threw behind the couch/behind the crib/in the back of the car is stuck and needs to be extricated right now), “I hand” (please may I wash my hands like my big brother), “I poop” (I didn’t poop, but I think it’s funny that whenever I say that, you check my diaper), “I potty” (please can you strip me down so I can act like I’m going to go sit on the potty but actually just brush my teeth with your yummy grownup toothpaste), “apple” (I want a piece of fruit–not an apple, maybe a clementine or a banana, depending on my mood), and “cheese” (I don’t like what you’ve given me to eat. I just want to eat cheese.).
haha, fantastic post. She is becoming quite a beauty.