Enough about Noah! What about Madison!
My friend gave me her adorable little antique potty chair with the teensy little enameled bowl for Madison. In honor of this, we got Once Upon a Potty (girl version, natch!) from the library. Madison sits on it after each diaper change (”No diaper change! I sit potty!”) and hasn’t produced but I will remind you that I don’t care so that’s all good. But the funny part is that she “flushes” afterwards by hitting the wall behind the chair.
Other funny things about Madison.
–When we rock her to sleep if we innocently kiss her forehead as she drowses she will rear her head back and bark, “No kissies!”
–Yesterday morning she woke up first and I was screwing my eyes shut hoping she would let me lie there for another few minutes and she was talking to herself. “Mommy seep. Where pooh bear? Pooh bear where are oo?” Then she found Pooh Bear. “Pooh bear kissie mommy!” And she made him kiss me on the nose, which made her laugh and then I gave in and woke up.
–She can count to ten sometimes. To eight pretty reliably but sometimes to ten. She has no idea that she’s counting or what numbers are of course but the other day we were shopping and I was babbling, which is how I keep her happy in the cart. You know, “Look at that blue can! That has coffee. What a lot of coffee! What a big can!” babble babble and I was counting something and she was counting ahead of me and she made it to ten. I couldn’t figure out how she knew it until we got home and she went and got her “one two, buckle my shoe” book.
–While she doesn’t know what numbers are, she does know what “two” is. She knows when she has two of something. I find this impressive.
–She says J’s name in a very adorable baby way. We talk about J’s visits and we talk about the things she has that J gave her. We talk about how J’s picture is “up high” (Madison code for “out of reach”) and sometimes when Madison plays on her toy phone, she calls J.
–She burned her hand (no burns, mind you, just a “yowch!”) on some muffins that were cooling in their tins. I was getting out the second tin and she reached for the first one and I said, “Stop!!!” But she touched it and yelped. The bright side of this is that she no longer grabs for things she can’t see on the counter. (I push things back and then she grows and I find out I have to push things back further and she grows, repeat ad nauseum.) Sometimes a minor boo-boo is not exactly a bad thing.
I love the flushing! My son flushes his potty (just in imitation of us, not because he’s ever actually made a deposit in it) by putting the lid down and then pushing on the lid as hard as he can, while making a “whoosh” noise. Knowing that he might decide one of these days that flushing is terrifying, I’m really enjoying this while I can!
So cute! That made my morning.
The counting is great, isn’t it? Linton, my almost 18 month old helps us count to ten as well. He doesn’t get it every time either, but I’m amazed every time he says the right number when we’re counting…