At twenty three months my language has really been exploding, with lots of complex sentences (mostly demands). I can say lots of five word phrases, like “I want more milk, Mommy” or “put on your shoes, Daddy.” I still have a difficult time saying my “s” sounds, which is only really a problem for me when the family goes out for ice cream. My favorite part of the ice cream place is the sprinkles, and I usually opt for a bowl full of them, rather than any actual ice cream.
I’ve always been an inquisitive girl, but on August 5, 2017 I officially entered the “why?” phase. I ask this almost consistently. The answer I’m given never satisfies me, and I usually follow up with eight or nine more “whys” in a row.
Life in the toddler room at daycare continues to be good, although I did have one isolated dispute with a friend over a blue block we both wanted. I bit her, and then immediately confessed to that behavior. I keep on confessing, over and over. Every day when my parents pick me up and ask how my day was, I volunteer, “I bite Evie! I wanted the blue block!” It’s been a few weeks now, but I’m obviously still remorseful.
Speaking of daycare, the thing I love most about the playground at school is the rocks! I load my pockets up with them every day, and come home weighed down each night. I enjoy taking my shoes off on the way to school each morning, which irritates my parents to no end. I’ve discovered that I can excuse this behavior by claiming there was a rock in my shoe. (Psssst, there never is).
Current likes: yogurt in tube form
Current dislikes: When Mommy takes my rocks out of my pockets to do the laundry