TBD is three years and seven months old.
(Meta: I've been avoiding gendering TBD online, including personal pronouns, but many observations of late are about gendering. Because, well, we're at that age. I think I will continue this bit of privacy, limited though it is, and shorten the public report. As it is, we are rapidly approaching the age where TBD will able to knowledgeably consent or not to even this much sharing.)
Achievements unlocked: mugging for the camera, slide switches, working larger buttons, continuous scissors cutting (long strips), peeling oranges, consistent recognition of the numerals, and pronouncing terminal -th. Plus while it's not an achievement per se, we now appreciate routine "You remind me of a man" "What man?" "A man with power." etc. -- and, of course, want the infinite joke to keep going. (Time for "This is the song that does not end"?) More simple puns.
Current Monster Threat Level, after an SF con with hall costumes (Jabba the Hutt was especially impressive) and maternal outpatient surgery, is elevated but relaxing: Last night during bedtime I had to chase away threats of a scary tomato and a bad bed, among others. (I ate the tomato and changed the bed.)
Speaking of anxieties, I forgot to mention, a few months ago, that after the last grandparental visit, TBD took that they are getting old/slow and need medicines to keep them healthy, and worked out that this means they will eventually die. That brain, always thinking, thinking. (Another example: late in the day, taking me to task for running a yellow light early in the morning -- thought it through, and based on the guidelines we'd explained, decided I should have played it safe.)
We're in a phase of strongly wanting to help in the kitchen, to the point that cooking dinner takes half again as long (at least). Some dishes strain our ingenuity, finding ways to be assisted.
Current favorite tv: "The Cat in the Hat Knows a Lot About That" -- which is not as emotionally smart as Daniel Tiger, but is at least better than average and has a lot of natural history goodness. Daniel hasn't been abandoned, mind, but is asked for less. Interestingly, now that the Curious George books have been discovered -- and my, there are so many! -- we haven't watched a single episode of the show.
Scatological humor is big right now, especially to try getting a rise from us. Developmentally appropriate, we tell ourselves. As was repeating a cuss word -- that it was "darn" made it hard not to laugh. "Darn darn darn darn."
Other talking, talking:
TBD: "I want to read about the girl who went first."
Me: "Which book is that?"
"The one about Clinton."
(Hillary Rodham Clinton: Some Girls Are Born to Lead
) (TBD was disappointed to learn that she would not, in fact, be first)
(shopping for a birthday present for Mommy)
"If we don't get her a toy, she'll be sad."
(in line at grocery)
"I'd like a kitten sometime."
"Why do fire trucks water plants?"
(question word with verb! -- those suddenly appeared) (also: huh?)
"Why do dinosaurs honk when we do this?" :squeezes a stuffie's tail:
(it was a short tail on a triceratops -- I wondered later if this was confused with the horns, thus the honk)
"Maybe I want cookies for breakfast."
TBD: "Every time you walk you say Dum dee dum dee dum."
Janni: "Dum dee dum dee dum."
"Don't! Because every time you talk you get spines in your mouth."
"You talked! Now you have a spine in your throat."
"Butt, butt, Butty is a butt!"
(the tune for this managed to earworm me)
"Hi, we're going to the tow truck. Why? Because we are, silly goose. Said the fireman."
We are all silly geese around here of late. *honk*
---L. Subject quote from "The Village," George Crabbe.