Life with an almost-two-year-old is never boring! Sunshine’s latest game is “naptime.” She gets her blanket, curls up somewhere, says “night-night” and then closes her eyes and makes a snoring noise. Then her eyes pop open and she smiles at us, or laughs at us if we’re laughing at her, gets up to find a new place to curl up, and repeats the performance. Her daddy will sometimes play with her, creating much amusement for her.
Bear Snores On
Sunshine’s favourite book is Bear Snores On. Somewhere about three-quarters of the way through the story, Bear wakes up with a big sneeze. Sunshine likes this part of the story, and one night while my husband was reading to her, she kept saying “achoooo!” with each page. He told her “not yet,” and so by the time they got to the page where Bear actually sneezes, she’d stopped saying “achoo!”
Her aunt brought her a pink placemat from Disneyworld in France for Christmas. Sunshine unwrapped it with her usual care (putting each piece of paper in the garbage before taking another piece off), looked at it, then went back to playing with her cousins. However, the next day when I moved all the placemats, including that one, off the table to wipe the table, she got very upset at me. She came running into the kitchen crying, “Mine, mine,” and when I gave her the placemat, she took it back to the table to put it at her spot.
Now she’s into dressing herself. The other day before I left for work, she was wearing three shirts. She had chosen one shirt when she woke up, then changed her mind and wanted a little T-shirt instead. I helped her get into the T-shirt, but a few hours later, heard her squalling about something. I found her with the first shirt over her head; she needed help getting her arms into the sleeves. Shortly after that, she came out of her room with a third shirt stuck on her head
Potty training is advancing fairly well, especially for her daddy. She knows to tell us “poopy” when she is, and in the last couple days managed to tell her daddy that in time to do it in her potty. She will pee in the potty for me. Who knows—maybe she’ll be potty trained by the time Baby Two comes along and I’ll be able to switch all of her diapers to newborn size.
She also likes helping me bake. I’ve let her sit on the counter to watch me bake, cook, or wash dishes since she was very small, and now she expects that. She’s grown more interested in what I’m doing and wants to stir the dish herself—or add ingredients herself. The other day I had to fish a cup measure out of my Nanaimo bars, as she thought that would help with them.
She might also be inheriting some of my writing love, as she enjoys climbing onto the chair in front of my desk and drawing pictures for me. I went through all my pens and put some away in the desk (the waterproof ink ones, the pencils with erasers for her to chew off, and the heirloom fancy pens) and left a few out in the jar on top for her to play with. Now a few old envelopes and notepads have scribbles on them, evidence that she was there.