"Kiss You"
We've gotten to that stage where a well-placed kiss from Mom or Dad will heal most bumps and falls. Typically, by the time Calla finds us, she's already forgotten what she hurt, and will usually offer an out-turned palm for a kiss with the request "Kiss you!" Yesterday, she scuffed her toe on the rug while we were playing. Apparently, it was not nearly enough discomfort to warrant a kiss from mom, so she said "kiss you" to herself and brought her toe to her own lips. Mwah. All better.
Back on the Potty Train
We had started the whole potty thing a while ago, but after (what I thought were) some early successes, Calla seemed to be terrified of her... ummm... outputs. I only had to mention "potty" and she'd lunge for my neck, protesting tearfully. So, this week, I was pleasantly surprised when she suggested a sit on the potty. We read a book or two, maybe sing a song, and generally have a potty party. Maybe someday, something will happen there again.
"ABCs! ABCs!"
Calla's latest favorite song is the Alphabet song. She can sing it all the way through on her own, if you allow a loose interpretation of "L-M-N-O-P." I had assumed she didn't really understand what she was singing about, until she started pointing out letters on t-shirts and signs - not the correct letters, mind you, but just calling them all "ABCs." Still, I thought that was impressive, and then this week, she pointed at the first letter on my "Quality Chick" t-shirt and announced "Q!" Can't identify any other letter, yet, and I'm baffled how she became so interested in one of the more obscure members of the whole 26, but there it is -she knows her Qs.
"Ashes, ashes"
Along with singing her ABCs, one of Calla's other favorite past-times these days is running around in a circle, singing "Ashes, ashes!" If there's anyone around to hold her hand, she'll do the whole "Ring around the Rosy" game with glee, but has just as much fun running in circles by herself - that is, until she gets too dizzy and collapses, laughing.
So, here we are - 22 months old, quickly moving in on two years old with all that brings: swift transitions from great joy to profound sorrow to bitter anger. And then back to joy again. At the end of the day, she collapses and so do I. We're not always friends throughout the day, but every morning brings another chance to try to get it right once again. Thankfully, forgiveness comes easy with toddlers!
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