Chip the glasses and crack the plates!
Blunt the knives and bend the forks!
That's what Bilbo Baggins hates
So, carefully! Carefully with the plates!
The Hobbit, by JRR Tolkien
At 22 months, if we had to pick a single word to describe Elizabeth, "helpful" would be a good one. We decided that we want her to assume she should help with meal preparation and cleanup so she gets to do all kinds of little tasks, especially setting and clearing the table and washing the dishes. She hasn't broken any dishes yet, although she did drop a plate once. Sometimes I let her help me chop vegetables or stir. We make a lot of pancakes. She loves to wipe things down. It's pretty amusing to watch her scrub the toilet or bathtub. She'd clean the bathroom everyday if I let her. She also cleans up her toys without being asked. This doesn't mean our house is anywhere tidy, but maybe by the time she's ten...
She's becoming more social too - we were impressed by how well she interacted with the many, many "strangers" that were around over Christmas.
She's forming many more sentences, which she uses to express her own strongly held opinions and definite ideas about what should and shouldn't be done. Grandma H says that she seems keenly interested in doing what's right (following what Mommy and Daddy ask).
Her voice is very little. Brendan and I can usually understand what she's saying. Those who aren't around much seem to have a much more difficult time. If she doesn't think she's been understood, she usually chants the same word over and over and over again interspersed liberally with please. She's starting to give others instructions too. "Let's go play basement", "sit" and "nap and nurse please" are among her favourites. She likes making her babies do things.
She's interested in her clothing and asks to wear certain combinations. The cuter, the better. Then she admires herself in the mirror. This is not something she gets from either parent. She likes to wear animals on her shirts and tights or "matching" socks on her feet. We're not clear what she means by matching socks - it seems to mean socks that are particularly interesting!
She's not a fan of being "stuck". I don't know if this has anything to do with her favourite Winnie the Pooh book (he gets stuck in Rabbit's hole).
She was "practically" toilet trained before she got sick, but seemed to give up on that idea completely once she wasn't feeling well. We're hoping this is very temporary.
Being sick has been difficult for all concerned. She's discovered "no" and had some pretty impressive meltdowns. We're chalking it up to not feeling 100% because the alternative is too scary to contemplate.