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TBD is two years and seven months old.
Talking, talking continues, but more dramatic is the singing, singing -- fragments of known songs throughout the day, both while chattering to herself and to us. Including at least one invented song -- as taught to me, it goes "I'm a small rainbow / Bay bee boh boo BEEEE!" I almost never get the accent quite right on that last line, leading to several rounds of laughing corrections. When singing "Twinkle, twinkle," at the 4th line, TBD sometimes puts thumbs and forefingers together to make a diamond shape.
More imaginative play, both with us and alone, often working through recent experiences. Cooking is a favorite one, especially making something we had that day, but playing with trucks and buses and the people who ride them is also common. Role-based pretend showed up this weekend -- saying "I'm a firefighter. Help people!" while climbing a playground ladder, and at the top taking my hand to help me to the slide so we can escape the burning building together. Reading books remains more important, though, at least around me -- Richard Scarry is the current Most Favored Author.
Trick-or-treating was enjoyed, but up and down one block was definitely Enough. Our zoo visit a few weeks later, however, we went through the whole place in three hours, returning to the elephants when we ran out of animals. Endurance: still growing.
Achievements unlocked includes *ahem* unlocking the front door bolt -- something both admirable and unwanted. Also zippers, simpler screw-tops, the radio, buckling her seatbelt, a mad face, and an emphatic desire to be a "big kid" leading up to changing rooms at preschool. The you/me distinction still gives trouble, but "you" is tipping toward pronomial rather than nominal use. I'm starting to be addressed as Daddy outside of commands. Questions are becoming more sophisticated: "What's that sign say?" And generally words are running together into phrases, even while being stumbled over.
"I do it!" has been largely replaced by "That's my do it!" (an occasional variation is "That's my choose!") and "Oops" displaced "Uh oh" as the something-went-wrong word. And I keep not jotting down the better exchanges -- here's two I did:
me: "How are you this morning?"
TBD: "I'm doing well."
me: *silently* What, are you a little old lady?
(After a couple teary preschool dropoffs, as we prepare to leave in the morning)
TBD: *serious face* "Daddy, I'm crying waa waa." *mimes wiping eyes*
me: "Are you sad because I'll be leaving you at school?"
TBD: "Yeah." *looks more cheerful*
(It was still a teary dropoff.)
---L.
Subject quote from "Sonnets to Orpheus," 2.xiii, Rainer Marie Rilke (in honor of that last conversation).
Talking, talking continues, but more dramatic is the singing, singing -- fragments of known songs throughout the day, both while chattering to herself and to us. Including at least one invented song -- as taught to me, it goes "I'm a small rainbow / Bay bee boh boo BEEEE!" I almost never get the accent quite right on that last line, leading to several rounds of laughing corrections. When singing "Twinkle, twinkle," at the 4th line, TBD sometimes puts thumbs and forefingers together to make a diamond shape.
More imaginative play, both with us and alone, often working through recent experiences. Cooking is a favorite one, especially making something we had that day, but playing with trucks and buses and the people who ride them is also common. Role-based pretend showed up this weekend -- saying "I'm a firefighter. Help people!" while climbing a playground ladder, and at the top taking my hand to help me to the slide so we can escape the burning building together. Reading books remains more important, though, at least around me -- Richard Scarry is the current Most Favored Author.
Trick-or-treating was enjoyed, but up and down one block was definitely Enough. Our zoo visit a few weeks later, however, we went through the whole place in three hours, returning to the elephants when we ran out of animals. Endurance: still growing.
Achievements unlocked includes *ahem* unlocking the front door bolt -- something both admirable and unwanted. Also zippers, simpler screw-tops, the radio, buckling her seatbelt, a mad face, and an emphatic desire to be a "big kid" leading up to changing rooms at preschool. The you/me distinction still gives trouble, but "you" is tipping toward pronomial rather than nominal use. I'm starting to be addressed as Daddy outside of commands. Questions are becoming more sophisticated: "What's that sign say?" And generally words are running together into phrases, even while being stumbled over.
"I do it!" has been largely replaced by "That's my do it!" (an occasional variation is "That's my choose!") and "Oops" displaced "Uh oh" as the something-went-wrong word. And I keep not jotting down the better exchanges -- here's two I did:
me: "How are you this morning?"
TBD: "I'm doing well."
me: *silently* What, are you a little old lady?
(After a couple teary preschool dropoffs, as we prepare to leave in the morning)
TBD: *serious face* "Daddy, I'm crying waa waa." *mimes wiping eyes*
me: "Are you sad because I'll be leaving you at school?"
TBD: "Yeah." *looks more cheerful*
(It was still a teary dropoff.)
---L.
Subject quote from "Sonnets to Orpheus," 2.xiii, Rainer Marie Rilke (in honor of that last conversation).