TBD is two years and ten months old, and as of last week suddenly looking, moving, and acting like a three-year-old. Next to actual three-year-olds on the playground, I can't tell the difference. Above and beyond this, I've been getting glimpses of older-child face in certain moments and moods, which is a little startling.
Forgot to mention last update: there's now a marked preference for using the right hand for many tasks, including screw-top containers -- which is another new achievement unlocked. Also unlocked, since then: taking a DVD out of the case, putting it into the player, using the remote to start the movie (this is the hardest part), and then putting everything away and turning it all off. We are starting to sort objects by color (such as bowls or plates), and getting more accurate with counting small sets.
This kid sooo
wants to grow up already. We've been informed that when dressed in a dragon costume, TBD is a grown-up dragon, not a baby dragon. For a while, every kind of interesting truck, we were asked whether you have to be a grown-up to drive it (as opposed to just a "bigger-bigger kid," as with a pickup).
We spent half this past month sick, which meant far more TV than usual, possibly more even than reading. Media consumed the most includes My Neighbor Totoro
repeatedly, Daniel Tiger's Neighborhood
(favorite character: Katerina Kittycat, to which both Janni and I are all Of Course, since Henrietta was our favorite as a child meow-meow), and nursery rhymes from the Little Baby Bum channel on YouTube. Oddly, I've been banned from singing "Low Bridge," aka the Erie Canal Song
-- the prohibition has been repeated every bedtime for a month. Other songs are still welcome, and sometimes TBD can repeat one after hearing it just a couple times.
We've made the acquaintance of some invisible friends: Gina, Dhowie, and Hahee. Gina is human -- she's at the same preschool and sometimes comes over for a play-date. Dhowie is capable of hiding in very small spaces, and sometimes seems to exist only in order to ask, "Where's Dhowie?" Hahee is more shadowy and has little discernible personality, that I can see.
Talking, talking includes more, and more complicated, complete sentences. Pronunciation sometimes is a struggle: "shoulder" and "stroller" are hard to resolve, and they are very different means of travel. And then there's some idiosyncratic names for things: ramen and udon noodles are both "ramen" -- oops, made the wrong one. Another developmental milestone: enumeration by exhaustion -- "I want that one and that one and that one and ... "
Didn't write down many good conversations, though:
TBD: "I'm a baby grown-up."
Me: "That's right."
TBD: "You baby grown-up?"
Me: "No, I'm a grown grown-up."
TBD: "I want to fly on a top like Totoro."
Janni: "Me too. I would love to have one of those."
Would that we could get one there, kid -- would that we could.
---L. Subject quote from "I Know What I Know," Paul Simon.