time passes too quickly it seems. or life is busy. or quiet time for reflection is few and far between. whatever the case, months have gotten away from me and while i’ve shared stories and photos and videos, the type of record keeping i know i’ll crave one day, has been few and far between. there’s no point in trying to catch up, but i’ll try to capture the moment we’re in right now, before it too passes us by.
my kid never.stops.talking. she comes by it honestly. and while her constant chatter is nothing new, it now comes in full and flowing sentences. expressing real thoughts, feelings and opinions. she questions everything. accepts nothing at face value. she’s a girl who loves a good catch phrase, and if she gets a response, good or bad, she’s bound to repeat it again and again. if you find yourself at our house, you’re likely to hear the following, “i don’t remember,” “i can do it,” “mine,” “i’m still doing,” “i’m nervous,” “that’s humongous (in reference to bubbles, and poops, mostly), “i would like my vitamins, please”, “help me, mama, ayudame” (and a long list of other spanish words and phrases). she’s also, finally, started using proper pronouns – not always, but at times. so if she’s referring to herself, she’ll only call herself EBN 50% of the time, and relies on me and i the rest of the time.
when she wants something she can’t do quite yet, i tend to assign an arbitrary age to when it will be possible and so she walks around town telling strangers that when she is 6 she is going to play baseball with the big boys and that when she is 7 she is going to light shabbat candles all by myself. she’s already counting down the days until she is 12 and she can paint her nails black. gonna be a long wait kid.
there’s a lot of singing as well – baba black sheep, london bridge, the abc’s, row your boat and there’s a dinosaur knocking at my door are current contenders if she ever finds herself auditioning for american idol. our music class is on hiatus until may but she looks forward to shaking her sillies out each week like no other.
my little one is turning into a bit of a picky eater – which i’m mostly certain is my fault. it’s not that she doesn’t eat balanced meals – chicken and broccoli and quinoa and yogurt and fruit, as well as her fair share of french fries and hotdogs and bagels and cream cheese, and if she could subsist on a goldfishy diet, she would – it’s just that is basically all she will eat. try to introduce something new and different and she will, literally, turn up her nose. it makes it difficult when we go to friend’s houses. i mean, i know there is nothing better than a taco bar but the kid won’t even consider it. in the last week or so i’ve tried hard to have EBN eat whatever we are eating for dinner but that means starting my dinner prep hours earlier than i typically would (because she eats before we do). and managing it all is just hard work.
her sleep is great – i’ve got no complaints – which means, after this post publishes, we’ll probably never sleep again. day time potty training is done and done and she still sleeps in a diaper and that’s equal parts her and me. i have no plans to make any changes to our system anytime soon and if i have to send her to college with night time diapers and slurp packs so she gets her servings of fiber in, so be it.
my little one, who talks constantly and sings loudly and plays proudly, has never been much of a risk taker. but over the last few weeks, the girl who has always clapped enthuastically as her friends climb and jump and run, has started to do her fair share too. need a bit of evidence?:
basically – it’s a miracle.
in her old age, my kiddo has become a bit emotional – it’s to be expected, i know. when her friends, who she loves, come to close, she yells. when she doesn’t want to share, she yells. when her hair is washed, or her nose is wiped, or she wants to get out of bed in the morning – she yells. it’s something that we’re working on. we talk about taking deep breaths and asking for help when she needs it. we talk about using her words and telling her friends that she might need a little space. we tell her it’s alright to cry but sometimes it easier for mommy and daddy to fix the problem when she uses her words. it’s a slow process – that is quickly driving me nuts.
she continues to be super into electronica – screens – not music. in addition to her ipad (which is really MY ipad that i was gifted for mothers day last year…go figure) we’ve swapped out most tv shows (other than dora, nothing replaces dora) with movies. her current faves are free to be you and me, this babies video from the 80s that my mom somehow got on dvd – it’s awful, she LOVES it, and annie. man oh man do we LOVE annie in this house. although if you start singing “the sun will come out tomorrow,” most likely EBN will look at you confused – she insists on restarting the movie at each viewing so we have yet to make it that far.
we’re all set with our preschool decision for the fall which is super exciting and overwhelming all at once. i can’t wait to have 3 mornings a week to myself (can you say, “mama’s gonna join a gym?!”) and i know my kid is BEYOND ready and going to love it. but i just can’t believe she’s old enough to start school. for the last week she’s woken up and looked and acted dramatically older than she did when she went to sleep. her hair seems to be longer and curlier too. it’s just all going by really fucking fast.Read More