That's Right, Mommy!

At lunch, I was singing "Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star" with Nora, and while I was singing, she stopped to watch and listen. At the end of the song, she goes, "That's right, Mommy! Good job!"

We were taking a walk together this morning (beautiful day, but still cold), and she says to me, "Good job walking!"

She also spoke of the mountains. (Snow drifts.) I'm not sure where she learned about those. It's not like we have mountains around here.

Last night, she sat down with me on the couch, grabbed the remote, and said, "Want to watch Phineas and Ferb, Mom?"

And, would you believe that Phineas and Ferb was on when she turned it on? It's on at the same time every day (we come downstairs and hang out/wait for Daddy to get home), so she just must remember.

I converted her crib to a toddler bed last weekend, and only one day did I have problems getting her to sleep (she kept getting up and making huge messes in her room with dirty clothes). That was Sunday that we had the issues.

She's practically potty trained when she isn't wearing any pants. When we start adding underwear, however, it becomes a bit more challenging. She's still wearing diapers at night and nap time, though. Soon, I may attempt pantsless at nap time just for kicks (I'll put her little potty in her room). She seems to enjoy going in the potty and doing the whole process of either flushing (big potty) or pouring out the "stuff" into the big potty, flushing, and then washing hands. Yesterday, I only saw her go to the bathroom twice, but I know she went several times throughout the day. I kept finding small messes in the bathrooms. I'll take those small messes over dirty diapers, though—especially since she's jumped into this bizness with both feet.

Nora loves the book Are You My Mother? by PD Eastman. I think I have the copy that my mom used to read to me (I had to tape it together the other day). Whenever the baby bird exclaims that he needs to get out of the Snort, she always goes, "Baby bird saaaaad!"

She's a bit more emotional than she used to be when she was younger. I'm thinking this might be terrible twos (I hope—and not something more permanent)? I'm not sure. Some mornings are dramalicious—much like this one. I have to calm her down and get her to talk about what it is she wants, and what I keep finding is that she doesn't really know what she wants when she's freaking out like that. Once she's forced (or, rather, strongly encouraged) to make the decision (by addressing that she needs to use words to let us know what she wants instead of screaming), she calms down—night and day. It's so maddening sometimes, and other times, it's funny (she doesn't think so, of course).