The connections that Cara is making right now astound me.
We always have our TV on.
It doesn’t matter if the TV is on the news or if it’s on cartoons-it’s on and I blame a lot of that on me. For some reason, I have the ADD where I need to have noise. If it’s too quiet then I’m not able to think and the silence almost literlly pounds on my brain.
Pinky Dinky Doo is a staple in our house and I really enjoy the show.
I like that it goes over the stories and gives Cara little “tests” as far as what she just saw. What’s funny is that she gets a lot of the questions right and I just have to sit there and stare at her and wonder, “how the hell does she know that?!”.
When Cara was but a wee lass in my belly, I was thrown a huge baby shower and one of my aunts made this big ass basket of stuff that I would need once Cara made her debut. Now, the basket that all of that stuff came in is a fixture in our house and is supposed to house all of Cara’s toys.
Usually, it houses her.
Cara’s favorite thing is to sit in the basket while watching cartoons and Ollie’s new favorite thing is to pull up to the basket [with Cara in it] and bug the piss out of Cara.
But, alas, I digress.
Today, Cara was sitting in her basket and she told me that it was her “story box”. If you watch Pinky Dinky Doo then you know that the “story box” is an integral part of the whole show.
I was shocked that she made that connection.
Now, the basket is officially the “story box” and Cara gets SO pissed when Ollie even touches it.
She’s also well on her way to counting to 15-she’s got one through ten pretty much down but needs us to count with her to remember up to 15. That’s cool and everything except that now when I “count her” she’s started counting ahead of me. So, I’ll start with ONE and she will stop whatever she was doing wrong and dissolve into a Cara puddle followed quickly thereafter with “TWO, THREE, FOUR, NO!!!”. *sigh*
She’s not being necessarily bratty or overly defiant, she’s just discovered a new thing-counting-and she’s also discovered the wonder of knowing what’s coming next. Cara has also started “talking back”. I honestly didn’t expect that this early.
When she’s in the process of sitting on her brother’s head, I’ll say [in the mom voice] “Cara!” and I get “MOMMY!” right back at me. Initally, it was funny. But after getting “MOMMY!” in Cara’s most stern voice multiple times a day…well…it’s getting a bit old.
Whereas I know that my mom probably would have smacked my ass for doing that, I get that Cara’s flexing her short-but growing-emotional legs and she’s two. She’s acting like a two year old should.
Thus far we’ve managed to dodge the “terrible twos”.
We still have the occasional instance of boneless noodle child or the screaming-like-a-banshee devil child but for the most part, Cara remains a highly intuitive and caring kid.
Gotta take the good with the “bad” and right now, the good definitely outweighs any “bad” that Cara has dished out.