Gus has become my little buddy. He's such a kid now. We have conversations about complicated emotions, things that happened in the past...he has that weird little boy sense of humor...he talks to his friends too and I eavesdrop on their halting conversations about things they like and places they've been. Man, I love this kid.
I love him all the time, but sometimes, as he told me recently, we get upset with each other. And we have to say sorry.
He potty trained this month. On his third birthday, he was not the least bit interested in ditching the diapers, but I just could not fathom having a three year old in diapers, so I told him that now that he was three, we wouldn't be wearing them anymore. And then I proceeded to do a whole lot of laundry.
Thanks, Hersheys.
Now I get to be on the preschooler tour of every bathroom in the city! Oh la la!
Lucia, I think you can tell, is a crack up. She is firmly in toddlerhood. She continues to not say much...the occasional "mama" when she really REALLY wants me. An even more elusive "Gu" and "Da" which can stand for "dog" or "dad" depending on the context. And she still says "yeah" most regularly. The other day I swear she said "brush" for her toothbrush (which has become a much beloved item as of late--she can often be found wandering the house working on her oral hygiene).
But! She speaks well the language of love. She gives the best hugs. Spontaneous, big, squeezy hugs accompanied by a little back pat and rub. She doesn't purse her lips, but if you ask for a kiss, she offers her face.
Her poor little face has been an absolute mess this month. She slid face first down a slanted door at the beginning of the month, and just as that was about fully healed, she managed to score the most hideous goose egg on her forehead that I ever did see. A high pain tolerance accompanied by overly advanced motor skills plus a hands off "she'll learn on her own" mom does not a great combo make. Or at least it doesn't make for a boo boo free face.
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