You know, most of the time I do lurk here and read about all of your lives... you all mean very much to me... I don't know why I don't make the investment in time to type little words into this screen to thank you for being here, making me feel... better. I guess I'm afraid I will noticeably fall behind and that will be another thing I cannot juggle successfully as a mother. But please know that there is someone out there in the world, silenty rooting for you.
I am a neat freak and dd is becoming one. It spells disaster for our future together. I put the toys away just so, XYZ, and she carefully rearranges them, YZX. I need to constantly remind myself that she is the young one and that makes it my job to adjust my reaction to the situation. I also have to remind myself of that when it comes to food. She takes 2 bites of something and wants something else-- about 28 times a day. When she comes to me and says she's hungry, I offer A? B? C? G? K? L? Head shake no, no, no, then yes, takes 2 bites and no again. I need to stop thinking of this as a rejection of me. She is just exploring her world, one nibble at a time.
It is the most adorable and frustrating thing that she still doesn't use words. When we prompt "can you say...?" She nods her head yes and doesn't make a sound. I truly believe she COULD say...? but chooses not to. At IRL playgroup last week all the toddlers sat around counting rocks into egg cartons at the park. A tiny chorus of "1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8" and dd was silent. But she LOVES numbers. She has a set of number tiles and loves to jumble them up and then put them in proper order like a puzzle. If I pick up any number and ask what comes next, she can hand me the appropriate number.
SIGH. I guess I'm just bragging so that I will stop worrying. What's the use in worrying? She's happy and healthy. One day when she's two she'll wake up and say "I would like a blueberry muffin for breakfast," and that will be that. (And then she'll count out the blueberries to boot