July 2, 2010
She’s grown an inch since her birthday. Her birthday was only three months ago.
Dan was putting new blinds up in her room last weekend and while he was doing that, I got a shower. So we put Beauty and The Beast in for Maggie to watch so she’d stay out of his way (it kind of worked.) After my shower, it was time for us to go outside so Dan could focus on his Very Important Task of the blinds, but before we left, he demanded a kiss from Maggie.
“Pretend I’m the Beast!” he said.
So she played along, giving him a hug and a kiss.
Then she got very serious, almost SAD, looked down at her feet and said with a sigh, “I have to go outside, Beast.”
My mom came over last Sunday night and took us girls out for ice cream (woohoo!) My mom got a hers on a sugar cone, and Maggie got hers in a cup (with sprinkles!) She noticed my mom taking bites out of her cone, and asked a couple of questions about it. Then after a few minutes, I looked over and… there was a chunk of styrofoam missing from Maggie’s cup. And she was CHEWING IT.
We tried SO hard not to laugh but it was hilarious. And I think Maggie’s feelings got a little hurt from us laughing, poor kid. I got her to spit it out and explained that her cup (and mine) were different than Grandma’s cone: not edible.
Her vocabulary has absolutely exploded in recent weeks. She’s talking like a grown up almost 100% of the time (though there are still a few adorable things she says incorrectly and heck if I’m going to fix them on purpose. It’s too cute.)
The other day we were outside playing and she was riding her bike. Then she decided to play with her new ball instead, so I asked her if she wanted me to take her helmet off for her.
“No, I’ll ride my bike again eventually.”
EVENTUALLY. WTF, KID. SLOW DOWN WITH THE GROWING UP, OKAY?
We had lunch with my sister on Tuesday and she asked Maggie how many boyfriends she had.
“One,” said Maggie.
“What’s his name?” asked my sister.
Today when we were about halfway way home from daycare, Maggie said suddenly, “Mommy, I have to go potty!”
PANIC. That’s the first time she’s had to go while in the car (we’re still mostly in diapers while we’re out, unless it’s at school or someone’s house). I told her to just hold it! Hold it! We’re almost home! Five more minutes!
(Spoiler alert: We made it! No pee in the carseat! Hooray!)
That’s not the reason I’m sharing this story, though. While she was busy ‘holding it’, she was very quiet. Then all of a sudden she says: “This road is really bumpy. They need to fix it.”
Funny how you never truly notice bumpy roads until you have to pee really bad.