I have simply entitled this post 'Today" because it lacks any common theme I can identify, other than, well, this was our day:)
I woke-up to Emma calling that she had poopied. That is almost every day and could mean anything from, "I have actually poopied", to "my pull-up is wet", to "I just want to get up". Today it meant, "I have taken all my cloths out of 3 of my dresser drawers, found panties, replaced my pull-up and pee'd all over the bed!" So we started the morning with a bath! (Ps. The fact that she can now, without question, unlock her closet and is following in her sister's footsteps, is a tragedy beyond belief for me and I just don't quite have the strength to write about it yet!)
Abbie joined Emma in the bathtub, and I was working right outside in the hallway when I heard Abbie tell Emma, "Come on! Can you do this for me?! When you stand-up, it means you're human and you spill water into the sea!" To this, Emma replied, "I did it!". Then Abbie, encouraged at the step forward in defining what it means to be human, said, "Now spill it into the sea!"
Shortly thereafter, I was working in the room next to them and I heard Emma calling, "MOMMY, MOMMY, MOMMY, MOMMY". So I run into the bathroom and ask her what she needs, only to be told that she is pretending the little play rake in her hand is her Mommy, and that I am not needed. I go back to what I am doing, but still have to listen to my name being called incessantly. I hope you are not missing the fact that when SHE is the one pretending to be the mommy, she absolutely refuses to answer herself. No matter how fast or intensely she calls herself. On further reflection, I have decided that might not be a bad practice to adopt, though I am very afraid I lack her determination!
Later, the girls were in the MIDDLE of EATING their lunch. Abbie wandered over to me, and asked, "Mommy, did you say it was dinner time yet?!" She then proceeded to ask if we could have, "the little food" for dinner. And when I was unsure of what the "little food" was, she said, with some irritation at my lack of universal knowledge, "Mac and Cheese Mommy!".
I woke-up to Emma calling that she had poopied. That is almost every day and could mean anything from, "I have actually poopied", to "my pull-up is wet", to "I just want to get up". Today it meant, "I have taken all my cloths out of 3 of my dresser drawers, found panties, replaced my pull-up and pee'd all over the bed!" So we started the morning with a bath! (Ps. The fact that she can now, without question, unlock her closet and is following in her sister's footsteps, is a tragedy beyond belief for me and I just don't quite have the strength to write about it yet!)
Abbie joined Emma in the bathtub, and I was working right outside in the hallway when I heard Abbie tell Emma, "Come on! Can you do this for me?! When you stand-up, it means you're human and you spill water into the sea!" To this, Emma replied, "I did it!". Then Abbie, encouraged at the step forward in defining what it means to be human, said, "Now spill it into the sea!"
Shortly thereafter, I was working in the room next to them and I heard Emma calling, "MOMMY, MOMMY, MOMMY, MOMMY". So I run into the bathroom and ask her what she needs, only to be told that she is pretending the little play rake in her hand is her Mommy, and that I am not needed. I go back to what I am doing, but still have to listen to my name being called incessantly. I hope you are not missing the fact that when SHE is the one pretending to be the mommy, she absolutely refuses to answer herself. No matter how fast or intensely she calls herself. On further reflection, I have decided that might not be a bad practice to adopt, though I am very afraid I lack her determination!
Later, the girls were in the MIDDLE of EATING their lunch. Abbie wandered over to me, and asked, "Mommy, did you say it was dinner time yet?!" She then proceeded to ask if we could have, "the little food" for dinner. And when I was unsure of what the "little food" was, she said, with some irritation at my lack of universal knowledge, "Mac and Cheese Mommy!".
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