How ridiculously true it is that those darn little babies grow up so fast! The past couple of weeks I just can hardly believe Chloie is the same tiny baby that came into this world so helpless and needy twenty-one months ago as she adamantly demands she do just about everything "self!"
Do you want me to help you open that sucker? "Self!"
Can I help you take off your shoes? "Self!"
Let's read that book together. "Self!"
I'll catch you at the end of the slide. "No, Mommy! Self!"
ok... I get it... she doesn't need me for everything anymore.
Our little gem also starting letting us know when it's "poopy time." She'll hold her butt and run like the wind to the bathroom. Her little face so serious, "poopy time, Mommy." So we'll sit on the potty with her special potty books. She'll read them to me over and over.... but much of the time that's all the action we get in the bathroom. Although last week, again with her independence, told me, "Walk away, Mommy. Shut door." Evidently, she needed some privacy. And that did it for her... pooping magic.
She also just decided she'd know all her colors last week and start jumping. Fun stuff...
And not to leave out our buddy Owen.... We were playing corn harvest just before nap today. I was trying to hurry it along a bit. You see, I was tired and there was a lot of corn in our field yet (corn being blocks stood up on end all down the hallway). So I'm usually the combine driver while Owen runs the grain cart and semi. Well, in an effort to get on with it. I told Owen (on the CB radio, of course), "Owen just take that load on the grain cart up to the grain bins. We don't need the semi today."
Completely exasperated, Owen throws his hands to the floor, rolls his eyes and educates me with strained patience in his voice, "Mom, the grain cart doesn't unload at the grain bin. He has to use the semi!" ...his voice getting a little louder and higher pitched as he explained... Alrighty, we'll play this game out, Owen....