I got myself a handy planning software package so I can keep track of projects. I pick things up and drop them so quickly that I need something that will keep track of where I was so I can more easily bounce around. Other than that, I’m feeling at loose-ends around here. I have regular work to do but I’m mostly caught up there. Now with my new nifty software, I’ve also got a head start on some other things.

Madison is understanding and sharing more complex ideas now. She knows the word “both” and uses it correctly.

“Madison, do you want yogurt or a banana for breakfast?”
and she’ll say, “Both! Yogurt AND manana!”

She also wants to wear underwear because, and I quote, “evee-body” wears underwear and she likes to sit on the potty, “Big potty yike Mommy!” she says, not her little potty chair, mind you. But she doesn’t have the concept down at all because the minute she’s running free in training pants, she’s peeing in ‘em. I say, “That’s ok, we’ll try again tomorrow and now you can wear your diaper again.”

She says, crying, “Evee-body wear unnerware! Noah, too!”

Clearly I need to buy more underwear ‘cuz she’s got like two pairs thus the need for diapers pretty soon after she gives it a try. I still wish she’d wait ’til spring to get interested in this.

She was painting with water at my sister’s house this week. (”I do art!”) My sister set both girls — Madison and Lucia — up at her art table and gave them big pieces of paper, little cups of water, paint brushes and then put glitter in the water.

“Moy [more] sparkles!” said Madison rapturously. “I do art moy sparkles!”

Erica is always happy to give anybody more sparkles so Madison’s picture was overwhelmed with glitter.

Let’s see, what else?

She wants to walk up stairs like big people, which means not putting one foot next to the other before advancing to the next step. No, she wants to step up and over even though sometimes steps are too tall for a not-quite-two-year-old to climb. She spent a lot of time at the park practicing this the other day. All was lovely until she got sand in her eye. That was traumatic, so traumatic that she has been reliving this with Pooh Bear.

“Pooh Bear sad,” she tells me, holding him. “Sand in eye.” Then she hugs him or pats him or bites his nose comfortingly. “All better now!” But alas, Pooh Bear is ever doomed to get sand lodged in his eye over and over again.

She is also understanding “tomorrow” “later” and “yesterday” (I think). If I tell her something is all done but we can do it again tomorrow she’ll reluctantly let go of continuing it. She understands that Daddy comes home “later” and that when he comes home we will have dinner and then she can eat whatever it is she wants to eat. Or that she can have her bath “tonight” after dinner but not right now after lunch.

She’s very smart.

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