I missed blogging a monumental time in my OCD brain. My baby turned two-and-a-half. And in my preschool teacher brain, 2.5 carries extra weight. Because teachers know that the "terrible twos" is actually usually from age 1.5-2.5. Could I actually hopefully count down the days these past two months to when we close that chapter in this house? Maybe??
Maybe not. Brielle is a passionate two-year-old, who keeps me running and guessing. As a friend whose girls are now teenagers wisely told me, "The first one teaches you, and the second one tests you." BOY is THAT seeming to be true these days!
So to capture this bundle of joy-excitement-passion-energy toddler in her 2.5 element, here are some memories of my Briellie Bop at the age of two-and-a-half (plus a month).
Brielle...
.... can count to twelve (but always skips 6).
... know her colors and shapes.
... either doesn't know or doesn't care about her letters (she calls them all H or Q. Except for B and K. she knows those two.) And it's stressing out this preschool teaching mama.
... thinks it's funny to call animals by their wrong name (notice a pattern from the previous entry?)
... loves to eat broccoli, greens, and any type of fruit.
.... wishes she was a big as her sister and gets frustrated she's not.
... loves school.
... likes to be barefoot, especially in the car.
.. .loves to color and cut with her scissors.
... had a brief problem with getting out the bed at night.
... calls blue her favorite color.
... still likes to rock with Mommy before bed and sing the same three songs...in this exact order...Jesus Loves Me, Praise Him Praise Him, God is So Good.
.... is showing to have the OCD gene after all. Doors and drawers must be shut properly, outfits may not hang crooked on the hanger, and things must be put in their proper place.
... likes to swing and slide.
... is a big helper for her teacher.
... sleeps with her blankie and a given animal of choice each night.
... isn't ready to potty train yet, but hates a dirty diaper. She can name which exact friends in her class wear big girl panties and big boy underwear.
... talks in complete sentences and carries on conversations.
... takes her phone with her in the car so she can text and call her peeps.
... went to the dentist for the first time and loved it because she got to pick out a prize just like Kendall did the week before.
... likes to watch Miss PattyCake, Mickey Mouse Clubhouse, and Lion King.
... can sing a few lines of "Let it Go".
... likes to cook in the play kitchen.
... likes to do Mommy's hair.
... is prone to flushing things down the potty.
... likes to sing in the karaoke machine.
... likes peanut butter (yea!)
... has a difficult time staying at the dinner table because she pitches fits, throws food, and uses potty words sometimes.
... likes to help cook dinner.
... is learning how to pedal her tricycle.
... lines her toys up in "choo-choo-train" lines.
... listens for the garage door indicating Daddy is home from work.
... names her baby dolls either Sela or Kendall.
... just began calling her sister "ke-nall" instead of "di-dull".
... gets her own water in her cup from the fridge dispenser.
... breaks crayons purposefully.
... keeps all her dozens of favorite stuffed animals on her bed. (Don't remove one...she'll notice.)
... talks on the phone to various family members.
... invokes laughs
... is so opposite of her sister in personality in many ways, but LOVES her sissy.
... is an awesome nose-blower.
... likes Brady Bunch and I Love Lucy like her sister.
... points out the turn to school/church when driving by.
... can't ride in the car buggy at Kroger because she's untrustworthy. (In a recent trip with Daddy, she grabbed, opened and began eating Reeses' nutella spread before Daddy ever noticed.)
.... therefore is not easy to take grocery shopping.
... keeps us laughing.
... brings JOY to our family each day.
