My kid keeps using my stomach as a canvas. I can see the appeal. It's only a marginally smaller spread then the wall.
I broke down and bought (fake) Crocs because hey! They are padded and comfortable and a welcome slab of cushion between my swollen, sore feet and the cold, hard floor.
I am glad, for once, that I did not purge a nearly useless household item we've had since 2002. I remember arguing with myself over whether to toss it in the Goodwill pile at least once in the last year. I'm guessing I didn't because I thought Niclas might suddenly decide he wanted to use it and I'd have a hard time explaining why he could not find it.
(I do that a lot, toss things in the Goodwill pile.)
What was that I was saying about two?
I posted the night before Matilda's birthday expressing my enjoyment of two. The language and joking and the jumping, bouncing, pint-sized crazy. Then she went and actually turned two. It's like a switch was flipped and now the crazy is deaf. Half a week ago, she'd listen to me. 80% of the time, I could reason with her. Now, days into the actual third year, I can't even get a *blank stare* from her. She just carries on with whatever she was doing.
This afternoon, what she was doing was screaming "no no no no no," tears and snot running down her face demanding...hell if I know, actually. We were in a Marshall's. I tried to carry her down one of the toy aisles "Look Matilda, books!" and she lost it. Dropped the plot, arched her back and bawled her eyes out. I asked her what the problem was. Where would she rather go? Back here? Over here? Another aisle? What? Did she want to see the teacups again?
Nothing. Just hiccuping hysterics and tears until she finally put her head down on my chest and requested we go home for a nap. (She'd already had her nap. It was longer than usual.)
We came home. She did not nap. She was happy and full of beans. Made Niclas lie down on the floor so she could jump over his legs. One and then the other. Over and over. Used her new Bingo paint dots on my stomach. Ate 5 clementines. I'm guessing the easiest way to deal with two is to assume nothing. Her past actions have no bearing on any future actions.
We have a two-year old. We know nothing.
