Ellie and Lisa had a rough day yesterday. Ellie is still getting over a cold, and she's been pretty moody lately. I left for work before she woke up on Monday, and she was complaining about that all day. It didn't get better when I had to go to curling that night. On the positive side though, there's usually a bright spot or two in the day that keeps Lisa going.
Yesterday, Lisa was trying to get some things done in the office, when it got suddenly quiet. Never a good sign with a toddler. Lisa called out for Ellie to come into the office, and Ellie comes wandering in with something on her nose. Lisa looks and sees that Ellie has been rummaging through the diaper bag, and asks Ellie what's on her nose. Ellie replies "Lotion." Apparently her nose was hurting, so she decided to put lotion on. Except it wasn't lotion, it was Desitin. the diaper rash ointment. Lisa says, "No, that's butt cream, not lotion." (we are very frank about our body parts and functions in our house now) And Ellie just goes, "Aw, man!" It's like she's five already.
Later on, Ellie was pouting again and wanted to be picked up. She can be very demanding when she's cranky, and we're trying to get her to be more polite, if nothing else. So when she demands something, we try to get her to say please, and then thank you when she gets it. This time it was, "Momma pick me up." "Where's the please Ellie?" Ellie points over to the corner, "Over there."
The little things, they keep you going.
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11:15 am on November 30th, 2005
Is this what they call the terrible twos?
12:15 pm on November 30th, 2005
Although my son is only eleven months old, he certainly is trying to communicate. Yesterday, Drew wanted to be picked up and started yanking on his grandma's pants. Grandma was in the middle of something so she told the little guy to wait. Drew didn't like being ignored so he bit Grandma on the leg.
Great. My son--the biter--at 11 months. I shudder at the thought of what he'll be doing at two.