Now that we have all mostly healed from the nasty stomach virus that leveled our family, plus Jillian and one of our neighbors who helped us earlier in the week–except, miraculously, Theresa, who floated through the week unscathed and cheerful–I can post these updates that I had drafted before we got sick.
My babies are 18 months old. Fully toddlers. Wow.
I used to be able to bullet-list new skills or behaviors because they developed relatively slowly and lent themselves to short descriptions. Now, their learning is more complex, and every day has one of those moments where Jillian or Alan and I exchange an “oh my Lord, how did they know that?” glance. Here are some recent examples:
In getting them out of bed, we sometimes sing one of Alan’s childhood camp songs: “Way Up in the Sky.” Audrey put her finger to her lips and “shhhh”ed when the song came to that part, before either of us said it.
At the park, I tried doing “underdog” with the girls in the baby swings. They loved it and giggled hysterically.
Jamie loves slides, and he goes down the “big kid” slides with no fear (and sometimes dangerously so–he slipped at the top of a curlicue slide, fortunately landed on his bottom, and Jillian ran and caught him as he shot off the end).
They still love the phone. Jamie was the first to do this, but now Theresa and sometimes Audrey also pick up one of the toy phones, put it more or less to their ear, and walk around saying, “Heh-ro. Uh-woh. HEL-lo” (sound of greeting varies by child).
Theresa loves accessories. She will put on a string of beads, or a hat, or her rain boots, or one mitten (help needed for these last two) and walk around in her finery.
The other night, I tried giving them spoons for the first time. Theresa nailed it. I only had to hold her hand and scoop some of the pureed lentil soup onto the spoon, and she did the rest, spilling very little. Audrey scraped the soup off and chewed on the spoon, and Jamie excitedly snapped his wrists, sending soup spattering everywhere.
All of them know the sign and word (well, their variation of it) for “help,” and will use it when prompted. Audrey loves helping us–she will retrieve things or put toys in the bins when we ask her. The other night, we had asked her to put some books back on the shelf. We called for her to stop and come to storytime, and eventually I physically moved her to the couch, but she wriggled away and continued putting books back on the shelf until it was time for bed, thus voluntarily missing storytime.
Jamie loves dancing. Anytime he hears the word “wiggle” or “wriggle,” he says “wigga-wigga-wigga” and wiggles his hips.
All three have gotten the hang of putting stacking rings onto the post. Theresa was first, and the other two recently followed.
In other cooking news, I made cake balls for Jen’s birthday last week. She requested chocolate cake with white frosting, so I went with a snowball theme (because I already had white candy coating and white sugar crystals, and sometimes the easy way is the way to go). They were delicious.