Avery is loving the Spring. We got outside most days and she loves not being stuck in the house. Everyday she asks me “Where are we going?” I love Spring too, because it’s so much easier wandering through a city when you don’t have to worry if your two kids are cold. So we go out more which is good for everyone.
Avery loves our Hungarian neighbors. We live in a building with mostly older people and they love to give her little candies and chase her around the yard and point out birds to her. She soaks in the attention and runs and gives them hugs when we see them. There’s an apartment of students that has a friend of hers in it too, although they’re out less.
Lately she’s loved fencing with sticks and “saving the princess” when we go outside. If you haven’t seen the “swashbuckler” mormonad you should look it up on YouTube. It’s pretty cute and what she’s trying to reenact.
She’s getting big and I’m realizing as I switch to Summer clothes again that Avery is growing out of a lot of her 2T clothes. This shouldn’t be shocking, except that she’s always been so small that she’s never actually grown out of her clothes on time and wore a pair of 18 month jeans until just a few months ago. But either she’s catching up or the clothes are getting smaller because some of her pants are definitely high waters. I’m way excited because I have some really cute 3T clothes for the Summer and I was afraid they wouldn’t fit her until next year. Some of them probably won’t, but some of them will!
Avery is learning about time. Anything in the past happened “last week.” About the fit she threw when we left the park the day before yesterday: “Mommy, I cried at the park last week.” About the ear infection she got two weeks ago: “I got tylenol last week.” Or my favorite: “Daddy took a bath last week.”
If you ask her what time it is now, she always responds “forty eleven.” This evolved through a couple stages from it’s original form of “8 o’clock!” The future is “when I’m bigger” and “when I get older.” Her favorites are “When I get bigger I can hold babies!” and “When I get older I can have a cat!” She also thinks that as she gets bigger I’m going to get smaller. She said the other day that when she gets bigger and I get smaller so I’m little teeny tiny, we can get a cat. I’m not exactly sure where this idea came from. Okay, I have no idea where this idea came from, but it reminds me of when I was little and thought that clothes got smaller until they didn’t fit anymore instead of realizing that I grew until they didn’t fit me anymore.
She’s also gotten to be quite a chatterbox. We’re at the stage where she asks me something, I answer, she asks again, I answer again, she asks again and I lose patience and tell her quite forcefully that I just answered that question. She likes to participate in (or rather monopolize) conversations on any topic, especially ones on skype, where she baffles her uncles with paragraphs and paragraphs of highly technical toddler talk. She’s pretty amazing!