“A two-year old is kind of like having a blender, but you don't have a top for it.” - Jerry Seinfeld
Evie
definitely makes our life interesting these days. I think I’ve
mentioned before that she has definitely entered the two-year old
stage. I wouldn’t say that
it’s terrible – most of the time. We have our ‘bad’ moments – full on
temper tantrums, crying fits, sobbing on the ground because she didn’t
get her way, even hitting and pinching sometimes. We let her know in no
uncertain terms that these types of behaviors
are unacceptable and that she will not get her way by throwing a
tantrum. But reasoning with a two year old is easier said than done.
We utilize ‘time out’ when needed (one minute per years old according to
her dr.). I don’t know that it helps her to understand
that her behavior was wrong, but it does give her a second to chill out
and refocus – definitely a good thing if she’s in tantrum mode!
She’s
not like this all the time though. Most of the time, she a sweet
little girl! She says please, thank you and “I sorry”. She loves to
snuggle and give hugs
and kisses. She plays hard and laughs constantly. She loves to be my
little helper when I’m sweeping up the kitchen or cleaning up toys.
While she’s still learning how to share with her friends, she will often
demonstrate that she does know how to share
and empathize with others. The other day, I was sitting on the couch
and I said I was cold. She heard me, grabbed her favorite blankie and
covered me up with it say “Here you go Mama”. What a sweetie! She’s
also so smart. She’ll sing her “ABC’s”, she
knows most of her colors and she loves to count things. We are still
working on getting all of the numbers right, but she’s doing great!
Like I said, she keeps it interesting. Here are some recent ‘Evie-isms”:
Evie doesn’t say ‘hold me” when she wants up to pick her up. She says “hold you”.
Evie
loves to play in her kitchen. When you ask her what she in doing, she
will tell you that she is making soup. You haven’t lived until you’ve
tried her egg-bologna-yogurt-corn
soup.
She
had to go to ‘timeout’ the other day. I sat her down and I told her
that I didn’t like it when she was a mean girl. She glared at me and
said “I not like you
Mama!” Seriously?! Two years old and it starts already!
We
were in the grocery store and she decided that she did not want me to
touch the grocery cart. Every time I tried to push it, she would push
my hands away, saying
‘Get away Mama!” So I pushed the cart a little ahead of me and let it
go, thinking that it would scare her a little and she’d let me push the
cart. My little daredevil did not get scared and wanted me to do it
again. Oi.
Evie
has decided that she doesn’t want her food cubed anymore. I was
cutting up cheese for her lunch and she started saying “No no no! Big
Mama! Big!” She would
only eat the cheese if I cut it in slices and threw all of the cubed
cheese to Crosby.
We
have taught her not to wake people up by smacking them in the face.
Seems like commons sense, but I guess when you are two you need to be
told them things! Anyway,
she still ends up sleeping in our bed a lot so we told her that if she
need us to wake up, she should give us a kiss. She loves doing this –
and it’s much nice to wake up to a kiss from my little girl than a bop
on the nose.
I
was doing a prenatal fitness video the other day while she played with
her toys. I looked over and realized that she had started to do the
video with me. She was
lifting her arms above her head and taking deep breaths. She did
downward facing dog and knee lifts. Then, there was a movement where
you are kind of moving your hips in a circle and, given that this a
workout for pregnant woman, this means you are sticking
our stomach out. Evie stuck her little belly way out and then stopped,
lifted up her shirt, stared at her belly, then grabbed it with both
hands and squished it, almost like she was trying to make it stick out
further. Needless to say, I was cracking up!
As
a special treat, Evie had orange juice with her breakfast while we were
visiting Kiki and Pops. The next day at dinner, I have her a cup of
milk and she said “No
Mama. I want ‘ello (yellow) milk”.
At breakfast one Saturday,
she wouldn’t really eat anything. I got her down from her highchair,
turned on some cartoons and let her play. Then I sat down to eat
some oatmeal and have a cup of coffee. As soon as I sat down, she came
over and stood next to me with her mouth open. I gave her a bite of my
oatmeal (which, by the way was unsweetened with just some banana in
it). She proceeded to eat most of the bowl.
I’ve decided that maybe I shouldn’t even bother to give her a separate
plate of food anymore – she only wants what’s on my plate anyway!
Life with Evie is never boring!
