She can clean that countertop with one hand tied--or held--behind her back, alrighty. >>>>>>>>>


Some funny things.

Sami, like I’m guessing most 2 years olds can be, feels a need to repeat her statements or requests over and OVER and over again. So I’ve been trying to teach her that she only needs to say things once, and that I hear her. And that saying it a gazillion times does not make me hear it any better. So she’s taken to—if I tell her, “Sami, I hear you. You see a picture of Mommy’s camera in the book (um, it is the manual to the camera, so you’re going to see lots of them, okay?). You don’t need to say it over and over. Just once.”—now she keeps repeating what she’s saying, but in a very loud whisper voice. Which crumbles me every time.

I bought her a little pinwheel at the dollar store. And no matter how much I repeat it correctly, she calls it her whinspeel. And I can’t stand it.

Beautiful is beaufiful. Which, when she dishes out a compliment to me on, say, my outfit for work? And tells me it is beaufiful with much wagging of her head? Heart melts.

I cooked up a diabolical plot last night. I was in the kitchen cleaning up, and she wanted to play with the kitchen dish brush to clean (kween) the countertops. But this—from experience--results in too much water on my hardwood floors so I wouldn’t let her do it. Resulting in much sadness and grievance on her part. So when we went upstairs for bathtime, I hatched a plan. Every other night or so we let her take a shower instead, which she adores. And our shower is in, ahem, a rather needy state of cleanliness presently. So… I gave her a little tub of her bubble bath soap, and a dish brush. And showed her where to kween. She actually made up a happy little ditty about “Scub, Scub, Scub” to accompany her industrious scrubbing. Happy two year and a clean shower. Lovely.