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Archive for March 2014

She is on the brink of turning two, actually, so posting this up before then has clawed its way up my list of priorities.
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Might as well channel your desire to “help” into doing chores, right? You like to scoop rice into the cooker, and you help me with laundry by handing me items as I hang them up to dry. (Still waiting on a dryer, landlords!) By mid-January you were able to identify which clothes belong to mama, which to daddy, and which to “Ashen!” Because that’s how you pronounce your name now.

Three more teeth popped out last month, bringing your total to … eleven. (You have fewer teeth than babies a year your junior!) I read an article several weeks ago about how teething probably doesn’t hurt, and while I understand teething to be a sacred scapegoat for infant fussiness, based solely on my experience with you I can’t disagree.

You’ve started stringing words together in earnest. “No more fig.” “Watch funnybear please, French one.” And the dreaded request demand, “[Want to] hold the iPod! Hold it!”

Then there are the more classic toddlerspeak ones, my recurring favourites being “No this!” and “That one this!” (Translation: this one.)

The concept of opposites – up and down, happy and sad – came easily to you. Often, when you request some tidbit, you specify the desired size as well. You may reject it altogether if we get this part wrong.

Now you want me to point at the text while reading.

You still like playing with decks of cards. And now, not only do you stack them in alignment, you’re particular about facing them all right-side-up.

Once I gave you a piece of pancake (leftovers from breakfast) to snack on as you played. Later, I discovered bits of that pancake in the change drawer of your toy cash register … torn oh so neatly into a dozen niblet-sized morsels. Were you storing it for an impending famine?

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