I've decided to throw caution to the wind and just start telling stories, because as in the words of Inigo Montoya, "There is too much." Those of you who know me well will realized the sacrifice I will be making in going out of order, but I'm just hoping that I won't miss anything. I usually process sequentially to be sure I don't forget. We'll see.
I left off before with Aria being one month old. That day precisely coincides with Cora turning two. And oh, is she two.
She loves being a big sister and is very concerned when the baby is crying ("frying") and fetches her pacifier ("faffer"). When asked what song she wants to sing, she usually requests "Aria" which is a family song that we sing to each other by name (shout out to my parents for starting that!). Her most commonly heard phrase these days in regard to her sister is "Dabby toy!" with great enthusiasm, because who doesn't get excited about Aria grabbing her toy?
She still eats like a trooper, though I would guess that over half of her calories are inhaled before 10 a.m. The girl loves her some breakfast. And then some more. Having a pickier older child, I am still surprised that Cora's go-to attitude toward food is to take a bite, because who knows? It might be good. This goes a little far sometimes and I have caught her trying to eat things through their packaging if she is unfamiliar with how to access them, such as hot dogs and cheese singles. She also is undaunted by seeds and pits. Plums around here are a little larger than a grape, and I gave her one, only to realize later that I hadn't come across the pit. I never did find it. We have to watch her.
Her hair still cascades down her back and keeps growing. She has already had 3 haircuts in her 2 years, and once had bangs, but have long since grown out. I wonder if there is a prize for the youngest Locks of Love donor...hmmm. Anyway, she is on the short side herself, which makes her seem somehow out of proportion, like she is an older child stuck in a shorter torso.
Her new favorite discovery is playdoh and she spends hours fiddling with a single cup of the stuff. She pulls out pieces, wads them up, skewers them with a paintbrush, puts them back in the cup...and on and on and on.
One unique thing about her is her spatial awareness and balance. She is extremely cautious and does not like the feeling that she might fall, going into a panic and grasping (hard) at anything she can. She won't shift her weight down a step until she feels it. If she feels unsafe climbing down from anywhere, she stays put...sometimes for a long time. As long as she has been able to walk, if she feels her foot brush against a cord, she stops and concentrates on getting her foot over it before proceeding. It's impressive in someone so young, but has resulted in her having remarkably few injuries.
She definitely has her two year old moments with shrieks instead of just crying or saying no (LOTS!) or showing a stubborn streak when we ask her to come to us and she moooooves her feeeeet suuuuuper slooooowly. Technically minding, but not. going. to. admit. defeat. Hey, more power to you. I know I'll win right now, but someday, I will be glad that she is that tough and resistant to being defined by the expectations of others.
Happy late 2 years, Cora!