Today I found myself stranded on the toilet with no toilet paper. (Thanks for that one, Mom.) Nora was in the room with me…because I’ll be damned if that kid ever misses a chance to witness someone else going to the bathroom. You’ve never seen someone so excited to watch someone else take a pee. Or in the case of today, a poop. So as I was saying…I was stranded on the toilet. We had just returned from the store (where we had purchased toilet paper). But in my haste to get to the bathroom I didn’t grab it. Of course I would have brought it with me if I had known that I was completely and totally out…as in my mom didn’t even save me a measly sheet or two. Luckily Nora followed directions beautifully to go get me the package of TP from the grocery bag on the kitchen table. Can you believe it?! She’s not even two. I figure at this rate, by the time she’s three she’ll have herself a paying job. Maybe at IGA. Lord knows she practically runs that place already anyhow.
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And now, Dear Readers, I bring you an appropriate follow up to this post. Tonight after Nora picked up her toys and said good night to Daddy, she made several trips around the living room touching and saying goodnight to various (and obviously important) items. As I was getting her bedtime milk ready in the kitchen, I could hear:
Night Night Doggie. Give a doggie kisses. [insert sound of the dog licking her face]. Night Night Pillow. Night Night Horsey. Horsey is sleeping. Horsey has a hat. Horsey go night night. Night Night Daddy’s Big Chair. Night Night Hippo. Night Night Suitcase. Take a suitcase tick or tweat. No. Tick or tweat next year. Night Night Capaliller. Night Night Halloween. Go brush a teeth! Turn on the light! Okay!
This Sunday I was awakened by Nora’s early morning rambling at about 7AM. Pretty much every morning she wakes up in the same manner…which is to say that she’s speaking before she’s fully awake…that’s how much this child talks. She likes to recount the previous days’ activities…and/or the phrases she’s recently heard. Usually Larry and I lay in bed laughing our asses off…because it goes something like this:
Hello. Nora ride the zebra. Tina ride the dolphin. Uh huh. Go to Walmart! Put the shoes on! Yeah! Okay. Daddy poop a pants. Is a icky. Change a poopy diaper. Uh huh. Go see Grandma B! Go Bob’s for breakfast. Get da po-ta-toes. See Aunt Deb. Yeah! See Pixel! Okay! Get gochies. Go IGA. Ride in da top a da cart. Wanna ride a horsey. Okay! Get the suitcase. Hold on. Go tick or tweat! Next week. Be fun! Okay!
I think she’s going to be a play by play sportscaster when she grows up.
Me: Nora, next week is Halloween.
N: Is a Haaoween.
Me: Right. And on Halloween you get to go trick or treat.
N: Tick or Tweat.
Me: Uh huh. You’ll put on a costume-
N: Cossume.
Me: Yep. And go to houses and say trick or treat. And people will give you candy.
N: Be fun!
Me: Yeah! It’ll be fun! We’ll go for a big walk.
N: Take a car!
Me: No, we’ll-
N: Take a suitcase!
I think this shows that my child is intelligent beyond her years in that she’s figured out that taking a car will allow her to cover much more ground than walking. Also she is sadly mistaken about how much candy she’s getting.
Dear Nora,
The alternate title for this post is: Holy Shit You’re Turning Into A Little Person. You’re clearly becoming less and less of a baby…and more and more of an actual…dare I say it…toddler. I don’t know when the change began taking place because it seems to have happened overnight. One day you were a chubby little baby. The next you were a little person. Everyone says the time flies by. They didn’t say that it was going to happen at Mach 5.
While you’re all busy turning into such a big girl, I’m left astonished sometimes. Now you brush your teeth all by yourself…from getting on your stool to reach the sink to putting the brush back in the holder. You used to need help with that. Things that just yesterday you couldn’t do, today you’re doing perfectly. You follow directions (for the most part). You wash your hands. You pull up your own pants. You take off your shoes and put them on. It is amazing to me how smart you are.
Speaking of smart. You are quite the jabber jaw. My Grandpa used to tell me I was vaccinated with a phonograph needle. I think you were, too. (Psst…the phonograph was the first device ever used to record and replay sound…it used a needle…waaaaaay before your time.) According to the ‘experts’ somewhere between 19 and 24 months you will have mastered between 50 and 70 words. You’ve had over 100 words for about a month now. I know because I wrote them all down to see just how many there were. In not much of a particular order…the words you know and regularly use at 18 months are:
airplane, apple, baby, boo boo, book, ball, bath, bike, bobs (as in Bob Evans), beep, bite, bubble, bra, boob, butt, bread, blue, bump, color, cereal, cheese, car, coat, cold, choo choo, chicken, cookie, Dora, daddy, dog, diaper, Erica, earthquake, eat, Elmo, ear, earring, elbow, eyeball, food, fork, fart (your Father taught you that one), feet fight, french fry, go, get up, green, green bean, grandpa, Gabba, help, hi, hello, How (for Uncle Howie), hat, hippo, hot, icky, ice cream, Joe, juice, jelly, jammies, Kyle, kitty, keys, limo, lion, mom, meow, moo, more, monkey, no, night night, nice, noodles, petty, play, Pete, pop, pee, poop, plate, potty, pancake, purple, quack, ride, roar, read, seat, Swiper, shoe, shell, stone, shop, swing, slide, stop, snack, sheep, sprinkle, shut up (I think I taught you that one…from yelling at the dog), sketti (spaghetti), soup, toes, truck, tire, tower, teeth, two, towel, Texas, table, tissue, wiggle, water, watch, yellow, zoo
Your Daddy and I always joke that you’re finally fun now. That the sleepless nights and all that other crap are finally worth it. That’s not entirely all a joke. You really are a lot more fun now. Now we can play. We hide and jump out to scare you and you run away at top speed laughing your head off. We color pretty pictures. We go on bike rides. We dance to the silly songs on Yo Gabba Gabba. You have such an awesome personality. Even on the days that you’re a little crabby we have a blast!
Recently you’ve also taken quite a liking to the dog. You’re very lucky that Pixel is a tolerent (although sometimes stupid) animal. I caught you one day trying to pull the dog off of the footstool….by her tail. She totally ignored you. You try to ride on the dog…she allows you to do so. Some days you just downright terrorize the dog…chasing her all over the living room…climbing up wherever she is and shoving her out of your way. Other days you can’t hug and kiss her enough.
Reading is a favorite past time of yours (a close second to coloring, these days). Book! you proclaim as you round up something to read and bring it over to me. Then Seat! because you want to sit in my lap while I read to you. These are the few moments you sit still long enough for me to steal a kiss. We have to read a book before nap time. We have to read three before bed. You’re going to be one of those kids that sneaks a flashlight into bed so you can read when you’re supposed to be sleeping, aren’t you? Don’t worry. I was one of those kids, too.
You are also well versed in animal speak. You know (and will happlily recite) the sounds of a: dog, cat, cow, duck, monkey, lion. The lion is my favorite because you roar from the tips of your toes, it sounds like. You know how to give hugs and kisses although you rarely sit still long enough to do so. You request kisses when you get boo-boos and will give them out if you cause a boo-boo to someone else. On a person, teddy bear, and drawing of a robot, you can point out their: eyeballs, ears, nose, mouth, tongue, belly, hand, foot, cheek, and butt. You will give a teddy bear or a person a high five.
Seeing you grow and turn into your own little being is so awesome…and sometimes a little bittersweet. Sometimes I miss the ‘baby’ side of you…but then you snuggle up to me when we rock in the chair before bed and it feels like a little part of you is still a baby. A little part of you will always be my baby. Even though you’re turning into a pretty fantastic little girl.
Love,
Mommy
Sometimes she’s in her high chair to keep her squirmy ass in one place for longer than 45 seconds. The actual title for this post should be Color Wonder Markers, How Do I Love Thee? Let Me Count The Ways. But that was far too long.
The Color Wonder products? Pure freaking genius. Fantastically fantastical, I say.
Nora has only recently began to show an interest in coloring with crayons and markers. You know, as opposed to eating them. Apparently sometimes a girl just needs her daily dose of Burnt Sienna.
The extra awesome thing about Color Wonder Markers? It matters not if she eats them! They only work on the special paper. Good thing…because I’d have a hard time explaining why the 17 month old baby is sporting purple teeth.
My most recent finding is the printable pages on nickjr. Now she can color Gab-Gah! Gab-Gah! (Yo Gabba Gabba!) all day. She does this while I watch soap operas and polish my nails.
I particularly enjoy the level of concentration involved. I’ve never seen a more serious colorer. She loves to draw eyes. You can tell by the way she yells Eye! Eye! while crushing the end of the marker on the paper with triumph.
Her favorite color, by far, is Geen!, but Yo! is a close second. When she’s all finished she happliy exclaims Peeety! (pretty) and waits for the big to-do that is made of hanging the masterpiece on the fridge. However, after having to use photoshop to remove the dirty fingerprints from the wall behind her…I’m thinking we need to start hanging them there!
A translation of the conversation Nora had with an unknown caller this afternoon, on the Elmo Remote:
Ho! Ho! (Hello)
NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!
Mmbuh Mmumba (incoherent toddlerspeak)
NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!
I So I So (I’m so I’m so sorry)
SNAP! (The closing of the phone)
I’m not sure what the caller had to say…but it didn’t sound like good news. I especially like the way she offered her condolences (she learned this on Yo Gabba Gabba) and immediately snapped the phone closed. Kind of as if to say, “I’m sorry to hear that. I got shit to do. See ya!”
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