Last week, we were shopping at the consignment sale we participated in. Charlotte was playing with an abacus that had caught her attention because BALLS. (Still an obsession, for anyone who happens to remember her first word.) I sat there with her for a minute and we slid the balls back and forth and then I watched in shock as she counted from one to fifteen on the abacus. We bought it. I mean, I’ve heard her count before but never all the way to 15 and rarely without starting at 7. She really likes saying 7, 8, 9.
She can sing the entire alphabet song now, too. Five thousand times a day. There are occasions where it’s AC/DC-EFG and other occasions where it’s ABCD-EIEIO, but for the most part she sings the whole thing straight through.
THANK YOU SESAME STREET. I will never again allow myself to feel guilty for this kid’s screen time.
Tooth brushing was damn near impossible for a while, but suddenly it is easy courtesy of both Minions toothpaste and the Elmo tooth brushing song. So we also have screen time to thank for teeth brushing.
I am obviously doing a damn good job of choosing the right channel for her to watch while I make breakfast. Mad props to me.
Fake sneezing and then saying “bless you” to herself
Declaring “I fell down” when she is not in any kind of situation where that is even possible and then looking at us with an expectant smile because she wants us to tell her she’s silly
2-ingredient banana pancakes (I add cinnamon and a smidge of baking powder)
Singing. All day. Every day. Constantly.
The Sesame Street station on Pandora
Swimming—any chance to be in the water
Flowers—we even put a few fake ones in her Easter basket and she likes to make all of her stuffed animals smell them
Stuffed animals—she is all about the imaginary play with her team of “guys.” They especially like to dance. She will often offer them her paci or bits of cracker or cereal.
A few of Charlotte’s least favorite things right now:
Wearing clothes/shoes (this is an ongoing battle)
Rinsing her hair in the tub
Cleaning up after herself
Having her face wiped
Being denied the boob
We have so much fun together now. Afternoons in the back yard. Weekend adventures. Walks with the dogs. Swimming, swimming, swimming.
It feels like we’ve found our groove in a lot of ways. We know what makes her tick, and those things—fresh air, general silliness, music, dancing, new experiences—all happen to be really good for all of us.