I bought a baby monitor last week… For my two year old. You see, my husband now prefers to sleep with a fan on for “white noise”, and I had one too many mornings where I wouldn’t hear Little Miss until she was in a full-on scream. Our old baby monitor was crap (used to wake up my girl by picking up neighbor phone calls), so I just started using a monitor again after not doing so for probably 1.5 years.
What I have found most interesting is what Little Miss says when she first wakes up. The first morning, she said, “OK, Mama”. It was like she woke up and decided she was all done sleeping. This morning, her first words were, “my ball.”
I’m also realizing that she wakes up in the night more than I knew, but manages to put herself back to sleep quite well. One night at about 2am, I woke to her saying, “Mama”, and then it was silent again. Of course, I couldn’t get back to sleep, so there are definite draw backs to turning a monitor back on.
Anyway, I have to say that Little Miss is at such a charming age right now, and I’m enjoying the heck out of her. I know she’s in the Terrible Twos, and yes, the tantrums and ever-changing opinions get tiring, but she has had two recent developments that floor me daily: comprehension and memory.
I can pinpoint right around when she started having memory of things that happened in the past, which was late January. It all started when my Mom’s dog popped her balloon in New Mexico (2 months ago), and I now hear about that incident multiple times daily. She also grasps concepts like skiing (Daddy skiing in mountains on snow, she’ll say), and her shadow (which I didn’t even think to explain to her, thinking it was too complex).
Her new favorite TV show is Tigger, Pooh, and Friends, where we can actually have discussions about the plot afterwards. And days later, she’ll remind me how Eeyore was sad when he lost his tail, or how Pooh had a rumbly in his tummy.
She knows where the park is now, and points it out from the highway, exclaiming, “park!” She has been loving swimming, and daily tells me how she jumps in the pool, does kicks, and her “scoops” (I call her arm movements ice cream scoops).
She points out birds, and then tells me when they fly away. She points out airplanes, telling me they’re flying in the sky, and also tells me when the sun is “hiding” behind the clouds. And all of these developments are just thrilling to me. I know they sound mundane, but I’ve been talking to her for 2 years pretending that she could understand, and by golly, now she actually does. I love our conversations, where she actually grasps when I start to explain the ways of the world. It’s like watching a beautiful flower opening a bit more each day.
The funniest thing she has done lately was one day when she was having a melt-down, and came running into my room for comfort. I happened to be changing in my closet, and she ran in and saw me half naked and immediately perked up as she exclaimed, “Boobies!” Yes, my boobs can stop tantrums. It’s quite a talent.
She also recognizes when someone in our family passes gas, which doesn’t seem to grow old. Just yesterday, she exclaimed, “Daddy poop” when JB let one go. When she does it herself, she says, “I sarted”, and then will say, “excuse me”. My gosh, people, it is so hard for me not to constantly pinch her cheeks or smother her in kisses – she is THAT CUTE.
So before you all get sick from all of this gushing, I’ll sign off. I promise to post some pics soon… I had left my camera in my desk drawer at work for the past month, and hence no pics.