Dear Zoe,
I'd like to start off by saying we love you more than all the sand in Perth… but frankly, my dear, you're lucky they don't have return or exchange policies for toddlers. OH THE TANTRUMS. You're almost 3 and I thought we were going to get away with bypassing this stage altogether. But since we've been
back from Calgary and you've dropped your daytime nap, we've had about one a day. I'd like to rok up to David Jones, find that little girl that is getting her nappy changed and getting dressed for the day without chucking a major spit tyrant. That little girl? Oh yes please, I'd like to exchange mine for that. That little girl that will get into the car nicely whilst I'm holding a heavy bag and Cole? Oh yes, I'd like to try that one please.
It's always when I have too much to carry that you'll refuse to get into the car. Have you any idea how hard it is to get a liquid toddler into a car seat when holding a baby? Can't let go of the toddler because she'll bolt into traffic. Can't really put the baby down because he'll eat the cigarette butts and crawl under a car. Luckily I have biceps like Schwarzenegger and I can one handedly pick you up and put you in the car (not in the car seat, just the car). Then I secure baby in his capsule and then I have to peel you off the floor or the hatchback partition and try to get you secured. Did I mention you're liquid? It's like trying to get spilled milk back into the sippy cup.
RJ didn't really believe me that you'd have these meltdowns, I mean, you're normally calm and collected and just observe the world in a serene manner. Except that last weekend you didn't want to put your nappy and PJs on for bedtime and we had a 20 minute meltdown, and I think you even scared yourself with how out of control you were. I got very apologetic and appreciative eyes from RJ. Jewelry works too, you know.
So, what else has been going on? Well, your speech is really taking off. You're trying out practically any word and you easily string them along. You've even put two whole sentences together. You still call Pasha "Haha". You still call Cole "Deedee". And food (your favourite word I’m sure) is "boof". Want more boof. You always want more boof.
The most precious and heart warming thing that almost cancels out all the meltdown mayhem… is that you call me mommy bear. I'm no longer mommy. I'm mommy bear. I love it.
And, you LOVE to make Cole laugh. You'll laugh in his face and he'll crack up. He won't crack up for Daddy or me, just you! If he's crying you'll find a favourite toy and give it to him. It's sweet. But you're starting to be possessive of the toys you're playing with. I guess it's because now Cole can follow you and has the ability to take your toys and knock them over. It will only get worse, darling. He'll soon be bigger than you too!
Ok, that's it for now, so let's work towards a happier month,
Big hug,
Mommy bear
I'd like to start off by saying we love you more than all the sand in Perth… but frankly, my dear, you're lucky they don't have return or exchange policies for toddlers. OH THE TANTRUMS. You're almost 3 and I thought we were going to get away with bypassing this stage altogether. But since we've been
back from Calgary and you've dropped your daytime nap, we've had about one a day. I'd like to rok up to David Jones, find that little girl that is getting her nappy changed and getting dressed for the day without chucking a major spit tyrant. That little girl? Oh yes please, I'd like to exchange mine for that. That little girl that will get into the car nicely whilst I'm holding a heavy bag and Cole? Oh yes, I'd like to try that one please. It's always when I have too much to carry that you'll refuse to get into the car. Have you any idea how hard it is to get a liquid toddler into a car seat when holding a baby? Can't let go of the toddler because she'll bolt into traffic. Can't really put the baby down because he'll eat the cigarette butts and crawl under a car. Luckily I have biceps like Schwarzenegger and I can one handedly pick you up and put you in the car (not in the car seat, just the car). Then I secure baby in his capsule and then I have to peel you off the floor or the hatchback partition and try to get you secured. Did I mention you're liquid? It's like trying to get spilled milk back into the sippy cup.
RJ didn't really believe me that you'd have these meltdowns, I mean, you're normally calm and collected and just observe the world in a serene manner. Except that last weekend you didn't want to put your nappy and PJs on for bedtime and we had a 20 minute meltdown, and I think you even scared yourself with how out of control you were. I got very apologetic and appreciative eyes from RJ. Jewelry works too, you know.
So, what else has been going on? Well, your speech is really taking off. You're trying out practically any word and you easily string them along. You've even put two whole sentences together. You still call Pasha "Haha". You still call Cole "Deedee". And food (your favourite word I’m sure) is "boof". Want more boof. You always want more boof.
The most precious and heart warming thing that almost cancels out all the meltdown mayhem… is that you call me mommy bear. I'm no longer mommy. I'm mommy bear. I love it.
And, you LOVE to make Cole laugh. You'll laugh in his face and he'll crack up. He won't crack up for Daddy or me, just you! If he's crying you'll find a favourite toy and give it to him. It's sweet. But you're starting to be possessive of the toys you're playing with. I guess it's because now Cole can follow you and has the ability to take your toys and knock them over. It will only get worse, darling. He'll soon be bigger than you too!Ok, that's it for now, so let's work towards a happier month,
Big hug,
Mommy bear
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