January 7, 2012
Audrey is at that magical age of toddlerhood. She’s currently straddling the fence between baby and kid, where she completely understands everything we say, but can’t really communicate yet, and still needs just about everything done for her, but she is running around the house like a banshee at full speed from the minute she wakes up every day. She loves life! She loves you! She loves this toy! LOOK AT IT! SCREECHES! GIGGLES!
I love this age. It’s my favorite.
She truly does understand what we’re saying, all the time. If we give her something and ask her to throw it away, she takes it to the garbage can. She was fussing for Maggie one day, and when we told her she was at Grandma’s house, she ran over to the door and tried to open it. If I ask her “Did you poop?”, she runs to the gate at the bottom of the stairs and tries to open it (her diapers are up in her room). She does the same thing at bedtime- give her a bottle and ask her if she wants to go ‘night night’, she stands at the bottom of the steps, waiting for one of us to take her up. And 99% of the time, she goes right to sleep and YOU GUYS, BABIES ACTUALLY DO THAT???!! WE DID NOT KNOW. IT’S AMAZING.
She can show us her belly, and wiggles her fingers on it and says ‘ticka ticka!’ Then she tries to lift up my shirt and tickle my belly. She also shows us her nose, her hair, her hands, her feet, and her boogies. (I taught her that last one. I’m such a good mom.)
She thinks popcorn is HILARIOUS.
She knows what a dog says (‘fffff’) and a cow (‘boooooo!’) and a duck (‘cack cack!’) And according to her, a bunny chatters his teeth together.
She loves to read books. LOVES. And she will drag a book over to you, say ‘ap!’ and back her little bum onto your lap. Then you’d better read to her.
She still hates her carseat, I think, and she’s really not happy about this new wearing a winter coat thing. But she’s dealing with it. Grumpily.
She recently learned how to climb up onto the couches by herself. It’s mostly okay, except for the few times that she’s tumbled off onto her HEAD. (But seriously, what are you supposed to do, as a parent? She can get up there on her own and I think we just have to… let her figure it out? That you can get up there and stand on the edge and expect NOT to fall off? Life lessons, kid! Nice bruise on your forehead!) She knows she’s not allowed to stand, because I’ll be in the kitchen and hear giggling. I’ll look over and see her little Pebbles ponytail sticking up and then there comes her face! SQUEALING! Audrey, sit down on your bum! GIGGLES! Then she disappears again. Little stinker.
On Thursday, I thought I caught her saying Maggie’s name a few times, but I couldn’t be sure. She babbles constantly and it’s all gibberish. (She sounds like a very serious, very old Chinese man. It’s adorable.) Then yesterday morning, as I carried her around the corner into the kitchen and she saw Maggie eating breakfast, Audrey burst out: “AGGGGGGIEEEE!”
My heart exploded. This is why people have more than one kid.