The latest stuff
I've noticed that the age of two is just hard to keep up with. In general. Your speed. Your wit. Your cleverness. Your cuteness. Your tanturms. Your independence. Your words. Your gestures. Your understanding of literally everything that you didn't understand yesterday. It's become quite the whirlwind.
So I've become terrible at documenting it!
Let me see what I can pull out of my brain from the recent events.
These days you're all about adjectives. You're really interested in describing things. Although you haven't hopped up to the complete sentences thing, the adjectives make everything you say a heck of a lot more specific. As they should! Big (BIIIIGGGGG), yiddle (little), heavy, dark, fast (fas), loub (loud). And the colors get thrown in from time to time too. It's not just a truck, it's a white truck. Although you're still working on the colors and sometimes the white truck is actually a yellow one. Orange, by the way, seems to be your most confident color pick.
Numbers are fun too. We have a lot of number books and you really enjoy them. And Mommy and Daddy try to be mindful of counting so you can learn it along with everyday things, like going down the stairs. You're confidently, as of the other day, counting to three, although you like to leave out the two sometimes. And you actually counted to R this morning, as Daddy reported. One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, R. Works with me! Especially since you made it that far and I was hoping to move to fives as the next level.
Your favorite song is "Wheels on the Bus", complete with all of the hand gestures. Your favorite book changes often, but lately it's been "The Careful Crab". It's a very silly book about, um, a crab. And you get the chance to pinch a big toe while reading it. What could be better? You made Daddy read it like nine times in a row the other day!
You LOVE the Wiggles. Argh. Well, no, they're not so bad. It could be much worse. But you're a horrible pest in the car. "Woo Woos, Mommy!" (Woo Woos is your long-time interpretation of Wiggles.) And you get pretty darn cranky if we don't listen to them. On top of that, you're very specific about which song. No matter where the CD is in the rotation, you DEMAND that we hear "Toot toot!" (As in, "Toot Toot Chugga Chugga Big Red Car".) Not following through on that command is also a surefire way to start a fight.
But be sure, dude, that Mommy and Daddy are not complete pushovers. Yes, you can listen to the Wiggles, but we make deals with you where you get your music on the way to the destination, and we get ours on the way back. We state it upfront and you've been very good about complying. One day you even reminded me when we got in the car after some shopping, "Mommy music." So cooperative!
