Is She Two Yet?

Carrie seems to have inherited the “don’t bend in the middle” skill from her Uncle Dan. I spent, I kid you not, 10 minutes (although it seemed like 10 hours) trying to force/cajole/bribe/sweet-talk/trick/beg/etc. Carrie into sitting in her carseat after spending the morning at my grandparents’ house.

If this kind of thing is only going to get worse before it gets better, I don’t know how I’m going to survive it. It took every ounce of willpower and continual mental reminders that a) she’s just a toddler, b) I’m an adult, and c) she’s not really trying to drive me to an early grave to not totally lose my temper. Not that I would have done anything besides yell, but that wouldn’t have helped the situation all that much.

These toddlers are tricky little creatures. You finally think you’ve got the whole parenting thing down – you’ve figured out a routine that works for everyone, your baby is happy and healthy, people come up to you and tell you what a beautiful, well-behaved baby you have – and then. Then they start asserting their independence. And then you realize that you never really had any sort of mad parenting skillz, you just happened to get the model that sleeps well and is generally happy. And then turns into a raving lunatic toddler just when you finally feel confident about everything.

Sesame Street

When I was pregnant, I did all sorts of research about raising a happy, healthy child. There were a lot of sources that said you shouldn’t let your young (under 2) child watch any TV at all. We broke that rule with Signing Time, and it was definitely worth it. There were also the occasional Baby Einstein videos, but they weren’t (and still aren’t) Carrie’s favorites. Then she discovered Blue’s Clues. Honestly, I can’t even remember how that happened. Now, her favorite show is Sesame Street. (El-bo! El-bo!)

Before the trip I bought a few Sesame Street DVDs, including Kids’ Favorite Songs. Today, Carrie climbed up on the piano bench and started plunking out random notes and singing Twinkle, Twinkle – except it sounds more like “qwing-ko”. She has quite a repetoire of songs now: Baa Baa Black Sheep, Row Row Row Your Boat, the alphabet song, and Old MacDonald. All of these songs are things I’ve sung for her many, many times in her lifetime. Did she sing them before we got the video? No. She started singing all of those songs (except the alphabet song) after she started watching the video. Plus, the other day she counted backwards from ten with no prompting at all – which is another thing that video shows.

I don’t know what kind of power Elmo has over kids, but I dearly hope he only ever uses it for good. If Elmo ever turns evil, we’re all in trouble.

Diaper Woes

Carrie woke up in the middle of the night asking for a diaper change, and then woke up this morning wet. The problem is that the Huggies 4s are too small for her, and the Huggies 5s (which is what we brought) are too big. The Pampers 4s fit her perfectly, but they have this weird meshy liner that give her a diaper rash. I think we’re going to head to the store later and try to find some diapers she can wear overnight that will a) keep her dry, and b) not leak!

“Love you Mama, Daddy sleeping.”

We had another really rough night last night. We thought for sure Carrie would be so tired she’d sleep straight through, but apparently there’s a three o’clock wake-up call in this house. This time we brought Carrie to bed again, and I told her she had to lay down and try to sleep. Then I said “I love you Carrie, go to sleep now” and she said “Love you Mama, Daddy sleeping.”

It’s a good thing they’re so cute at this age.

Rough Night

Travelling and missing her nap messed up Carrie’s sleep schedule and she was up for hours last night. I am so tired. At some point we tried bringing her into bed with us, and she was climbing all over me calling “blue? blue? blue?” because she couldn’t find her blue binky. Which was in her mouth. Did I mention I’m tired?

Funny Language

Carrie couldn’t decide whether she liked the fireworks last night or not. I hadn’t intended for her to be up late enough to watch them, but they woke her up. She kept saying “no fie-fur, no fie-fur”, but then would say “yay” and clap after each burst. And for a little bit she was saying “shhh, quiet, shhh” because my mom was telling her to listen for all the people clapping. (You could hear everyone down the hill at the display and all the people in our neighborhood, it was such a clear quiet night.)

We have quite the little parrot on our hands now, so we really have to watch our language. I said “oh, shoot” the other day, and Carrie wandered around saying “oh shoot, oh shoot, oh shoot”. Sigh. I suppose if she’s going to learn these things, it’s better she learn them from me than on the bus, right?

My favorite current mispronunciation is “bee-fee” (barefeet). She says this as she pulls her sandals off her feet or tries to head out the front door without shoes. I swear this kid would go barefoot 24 hours a day if I let her. We’ve had several tantrums in public places because I won’t let her play at the park or walk around the mall barefoot. “No, mama! No! Bee-fee!”

Of Strawberries and Birthdays

Have you ever wondered what might happen if you took a toddler who could eat her weight in strawberries to a strawberry patch?

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This was before the carnage really got started. Carrie stood in between the rows while I picked (when she wasn’t trying to trample the berries and plants) saying “eat-ing? eat-ing?” and trying to take a bit out of each strawberry in the box. (Well, she was really just trying to make sure they were all tasty before we brought them home.)

Why the strawberry picking? Mostly so we could all get out of the house on a gorgeous morning, but also to celebrate Lisa’s birthday. Happy birthday, Lisa! We all went to lunch afterwards, and it was a fun way to spend the day.

Not so fun? Having to wash the carseat cover as we had a bit of a diaper leak in between strawberry picking and lunch. Sigh. I’m thinking of ordering one of these, as I’m sure between now and the end of potty training there will be more accidents in the seat. To be honest, I’m shocked that this is the first time I’ve ever had to wash the cover!

Potty Success!

Woo-hoo! Carrie went pee-pee in the potty tonight! (Yep. I just used the word “pee-pee”. Get over it.)

This was all because she was stalling before bedtime. First she insisted on using the potty, sat on it for maybe half a millisecond, then ran into her room. When I followed her and said it was time to put on a diaper, she said “no, more potty!” and ran back into the bathroom. We did this three times, and the last time she actually sat long enough to do something! Yippee! No one was more surprised than she was, I think.

Carrie’s asked to use the potty before just about every diaper change for at least the past month, but this is the first time she managed to produce anything. Is this the start of potty-training? Probably not. Is it a step in the right direction? Definitely.

Twenty Months Old!

Dear Carolyn,

Today you turned 20 months. 20! That’s all your fingers and toes added up together! Sometimes we count to 20. You do really well up to eleven, skip twelve, say thirteen, and then the rest of the numbers all sound like “ah-teen”. It’s a good start, though. I blame it all on Sesame Street. This month you’ve become obsessed with it, asking for it before Signing Time or even sometimes your beloved Blue’s Clues. If I’m not careful, you’re going to become a TV junkie.

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Every month I’m amazed at how much your language has changed. Instead of saying “no” to everything now, you say things like “no chair!”, “no pants!”, “no play!” and “not sleepy!” (Everything you say is an exclamation. Sometimes I think there’s more than one exclamation point on the end – especially “no (in)side!!”) Longer words are popping out here and there, and cute little mispronunciations that I hate to correct – like “tah-peeyah” for caterpillar, “lo-gur” for yogurt, and “teeee!” for Carrie. And you’ve gone from loving books to being absolutely obsessive about them. No longer can I read three different stories at bedtime. No, we’ve graduated to “more ‘night moon!” and “more where sheep!” Now I read three different stories three or more times each. I have so many of your books memorized that I sometimes make a game with myself to see if I can “read” the whole thing with my eyes shut, no peeking. Since you’re sitting in my lap facing away from me, you don’t notice. Not sure if this qualifies as “language”, really, but you also pretend to snore as I leave the room at naptime or bedtime.
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You’re definitely all-out running now, and sometimes when you jump your feet actually leave the floor a fraction of an inch. You climb up the little slide we bought you and slide down all by yourself, and at the playground you go down the huge spirally slide that’s way taller than me while I wait at the bottom. You have no fear, and I haven’t decided yet if this is a good thing or a bad thing. You love being outside, playing with chalk and bubbles, swinging, or watering the flowers.
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Another new thing you’ve learned this month is how to remove every stitch of clothing on your body. I went in to get you up from a nap you decided not to take, and found pants, shirt and diaper on the floor next to the crib. You were pretty proud of what you’d accomplished. I was pretty happy that the diaper was empty and dry! On the diaper front, you ask to use the potty all the time, but you’ve never actually done more than sit on it for half a second. I’m fairly certain it’s a delay tactic (“no diaper! “noooo diaper!” “nooooo!!” potty?”) but I generally indulge you. One of these days you might just get it!

At our last playgroup, one of the girls who’s a few months older than you tried to start playing with you instead of just next to you, and you know what? You played with her! I was so happy and proud I thought I might cry, watching the two of you giggling over the game you made up with the playsilks. You’re growing up so fast, learning so much, and while part of me wistfully longs for the baby who used to nap in my arms, the rest of me is so excited to watch you blossom into such a wonderful little girl.

Love, Mommy

Booty Boost

Since Carrie has decided that she’s too big to sit in her high chair anymore (although sometimes she still randomly decides to) I thought I should get her a booster seat. Not anything that looks like a “baby” booster seat, with straps and a tray, just something to make it easier for her to reach the table.

In my online travels (I seriously buy more stuff online than at stores now – what did we do before the internet?) I found the leachco booty boost. We just got it yesterday. I think Carrie likes it (please ignore my really messy kitchen in the background):

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Aside from the cute name, this particular booster has a strap to attach it to the chair and a waist strap for the kid. So far it’s working out well, we’ll have to see how truly washable it is since it’s fabric over polystyrene beads. Supposedly it can go right in the washer and dryer, but I’m suspecting that it won’t look so fabulous after that. Eh. For $20, if she’ll sit in it instead of standing on a kitchen chair, I guess it doesn’t matter how stained it gets.