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TBD is three years and three months old.
Achievements unlocked in the last month: drawing vaguely anthropomorphic figures (with recognizable if blobby arms and legs), mixing blue and yellow finger paint to get green then adding a large blob of red under it to depict a strawberry, an appreciation of Elephant & Piggie books, "Good job!" as self-praise, demands to be thanked for small courtesies, using kid chopsticks (hinged) to eat noodles, twirling spaghetti onto a fork, finding "On Top of Spaghetti" funny, throwing paper airplanes, and answer-shopping between parents. (So far, that last hasn't worked.)
TBD can reliably count to 13 aloud, and up to 6 objects (more than that, we start losing track of which have been counted). Distinguishing "shoulder" and "stroller" is still challenging, among other pronunciations. Eating out, we talk more with strangers, and more loudly. And demand attention. Very three, as an observer commented. The last two weeks, especially, much more boundary and authority pushing.
The "scary monsters" we've been evicting from the house during bedtime ("Go away, scary monsters, you don't belong here") have been augmented by robots and skeletons and, sometimes, Darth Vader. Also, lightning and thunder has suddenly become scary, requiring reassurance that we're safe indoors.
But most of my notes this time are, for once, talking, talking:
TBD: "Let's play {$cats} are the doctors."
Me: "So we'll have to wait a while for them to see us?"
TBD: "Yeah."
"I'm pretending I'm milk in the bottle."
"Let's go to the park. No, it's too late. Let's go back."
(this was narration of pretend play)
"Thank you, rain, for putting out fires."
Improvised smoothly to the tune of "Frère Jacques" as we watched restaurant tables being cleared, all lines sung twice:
♪ Dirty dishes
Where are you?
Rolling in the trolley
Clean them up ♪
As we're taking off, looking out the window:
TBD: "There's a park! Is there a big-big kid down there?"
Me: "There probably is."
TBD: "And he's looking up, and pointing, and saying, 'Mommy, I want to get on that plane.'"
Me: "You think so?"
TBD: "But he can't, because we're already flying."
"I need to run."
"When you see the mockingbird, you point out the mockingbird, because you're the Daddy."
"I don't like the meat in bacon."
*hands to face* "Oh my goodness, I don't like heat."
---L.
Subject quote from "To Autumn," John Keats.
Achievements unlocked in the last month: drawing vaguely anthropomorphic figures (with recognizable if blobby arms and legs), mixing blue and yellow finger paint to get green then adding a large blob of red under it to depict a strawberry, an appreciation of Elephant & Piggie books, "Good job!" as self-praise, demands to be thanked for small courtesies, using kid chopsticks (hinged) to eat noodles, twirling spaghetti onto a fork, finding "On Top of Spaghetti" funny, throwing paper airplanes, and answer-shopping between parents. (So far, that last hasn't worked.)
TBD can reliably count to 13 aloud, and up to 6 objects (more than that, we start losing track of which have been counted). Distinguishing "shoulder" and "stroller" is still challenging, among other pronunciations. Eating out, we talk more with strangers, and more loudly. And demand attention. Very three, as an observer commented. The last two weeks, especially, much more boundary and authority pushing.
The "scary monsters" we've been evicting from the house during bedtime ("Go away, scary monsters, you don't belong here") have been augmented by robots and skeletons and, sometimes, Darth Vader. Also, lightning and thunder has suddenly become scary, requiring reassurance that we're safe indoors.
But most of my notes this time are, for once, talking, talking:
TBD: "Let's play {$cats} are the doctors."
Me: "So we'll have to wait a while for them to see us?"
TBD: "Yeah."
"I'm pretending I'm milk in the bottle."
"Let's go to the park. No, it's too late. Let's go back."
(this was narration of pretend play)
"Thank you, rain, for putting out fires."
Improvised smoothly to the tune of "Frère Jacques" as we watched restaurant tables being cleared, all lines sung twice:
♪ Dirty dishes
Where are you?
Rolling in the trolley
Clean them up ♪
As we're taking off, looking out the window:
TBD: "There's a park! Is there a big-big kid down there?"
Me: "There probably is."
TBD: "And he's looking up, and pointing, and saying, 'Mommy, I want to get on that plane.'"
Me: "You think so?"
TBD: "But he can't, because we're already flying."
"I need to run."
"When you see the mockingbird, you point out the mockingbird, because you're the Daddy."
"I don't like the meat in bacon."
*hands to face* "Oh my goodness, I don't like heat."
---L.
Subject quote from "To Autumn," John Keats.