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Letters to Freya: Twenty-Seven Months
Posted by | Posted in Letters to Freya | Posted on May 7, 2008
Dear Baby Girl:
You continue to get more kid-like every day. You're so much less a baby than you were just months ago. We have conversations now. We talk about what we will see at the farm that we go to every Saturday, we talk about your clothes, we talk about the silly things the dog does. I am pretty sure it is rare-ish to be having conversations with someone who is only two and a quarter years old, but you're a rare-ish kind of a kid.
You are positively addicted to wearing dresses and skirts. Your dad is usually the one to get you dressed on mornings you go to school, and he said this morning that he doesn't even need to open your dresser anymore--he just opens the closet door and gets down whatever dress you point out to him.
You continue to love singing. You sing songs you learn at school like Skinnymarinkadink, and Where is Thumbkin?, but you also sing songs your mother teaches you...like Morning Train. In fact, you sat in my lap in the front yard last night and made me sing about 20 choruses of that song. I am sure the neighbors were delighted. (Sheena Easton hits some notes that no human ought to be able to. I don't even get close.)
You're not potty trained yet, and we're just kind of sitting back and letting you lead us on that one. I usually have you sit on your training potty right before your bath and we sing a song together, in the hopes that the spirit will move you during a rousing rendition of Bill Grogan's Goat. No luck yet, but we keep trying.
You're also addicted to juice boxes lately. The first thing you want in the morning is a juice box, we send one with you to school, and that's what you want when you get home. Anything that is single-serving-sized seems to be right up your alley, whether it is string cheese, yogurt, juice, goldfish crackers...whatever. The full size versions don't have any affect on you at all. You've also really slowed down in your eating, so you must be out of the growth spurt you had been in.
Anyway, you truly amaze me. You're funny, you're incredibly smart, and you are the sunshine of my life (that's another song I should teach you). I love you with all my soul.
Mama
She is just the cutest thing! I have this theory that a lot of exceptional kids are late potty trainers. Not that 27 months should be considered late at all, but I'm just saying. This theory may or may not have anything to do with the fact that neither of my kids trained until they were nearly four years old. ;)
What a cutie!
Dex and I are planning on "trying" for a baby this time next year, and I can't wait. I am going baby crazy right now and I am so excited to one day be on the other side of the mother/daughter bond.
I love these posts.
My middle child tried to be potty trained for a day. He gave it a whirl and then decided he'd like to go back to a 'big-boy pull-up.' It was just more convenient for him.
We told him he'd passed the point of no return and that he was going to have to tough it out like the rest of us. (And he was fine with that.)