Every time I try to sing Hush Little Baby to Sylvia, I end up having close my eyes because I can’t look at her without laughing. She stares at my mouth while I sing it, mimicking my lip movements in an extremely exaggerated way without making a sound & it’s so cute & funny that I laugh so hard I get tears in my eyes, & then she laughs with me & that makes me laugh even more.
Since our mattress was ruined, we’ve been using a camping air mattress. Glamorous, I know. My back is really loving it. ANYWAY! We keep it butted up against the wall, but it shifts around a lot in the night.
So, I come in to lay down just now & I couldn’t find Sylvia. I freaked out & turned the hallway light on so I could see a bit better. She had rolled to the edge of the bed, then gotten wedged between the mattress & the wall, & all I could see was her disembodied head. I fell over laughing because it just looked ridiculous. & then I woke her up, obviously.
But it was cute & funny. Sometimes having kids is nice.
Not Writing But—
I made these notebooks for Christmas/the holidays, and I am so so beyond excited to give them to everyone tomorrow! They mean a lot to me because the people I am giving them to mean a lot me. I don’t know. I can’t really put into words how special they are. I hope they like them. Oh gosh now I’m nervous. Oh well, tomorrow will be a good day.
We’re out to eat (because my eggplant for tonight went bad 😑) & in the middle of dinner Sylvia stops, points to her diaper & says, “Pee?” (Which sounds like a mix between “pee” & “bee” & it’s cute). So I ask her if she wants to use the bathroom & she nods & heads off to the bathroom?
& luckily it was a nice big room & not just a tiny stall amongst many stalls. So I pulled her shorts down & then take her diaper off & I sit her on the toilet. & then she sits up there all by herself, tossing toilet paper in. She didn’t actually go pee, but her diaper was dry when I took it off.
Then after a bit she signed that she was all done. I put her diaper back on & all that. Then she washed her hands basically by herself while I held her up, & then we left the bathroom.
I’m like, gob smacked. Cyrus still puts up a bit of a fight to go in public sometimes. He definitely wasn’t doing this at 20 months. Not even at 2 & a half.
*knock on wood* I’m hoping potty learning will be this easy once we actually commit to it!