"For auld lang syne, my dear,
for auld lang syne,
we'll take a cup of kindness yet,
for auld lang syne."
Elizabeth's appetite completely disappeared after Christmas. Whole meals went practically untouched - maybe a bite or two. We knew things were bad when she didn't even want a piece of chocolate. After a token bite she fed the rest to Mommy!
She was drinking a fair amount of water and nursing a lot. One day I nursed her for nearly fifteen hours. It was like having a newborn again. At least she was keeping well hydrated.
Grandma H thought maybe a tea party would tempt the appetite. Sure enough, Elizabeth nibbled her snack and drank peppermint tea. Later for supper we cut out pieces of peanut butter and jelly sandwich in the shape of hearts. Apparently Elizabeth likes to eat cute.
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.
Elizabeth, Janice and I went to visit Uncle Dave and Auntie Karen to play games on Boxing Day. Daddy was already sick in bed.
Dave introduced us to a cool game using lasers called "Khet" and then creamed us both. I want a rematch! Karen and I played a bit of Scrabble flash, and then we had an epic game of Ticket to Ride. Elizabeth "played" too. Mommy lost rather spectacularly and had to eat a lot of chocolates to make up for the trauma.
A few Christmas highlights:
We had mad libs in our Christmas Crackers. Maria was supposed to kiss Dave but she was having none of it. Janice and I finished making the crackers before Christmas Eve for once, probably because we made everyone else help decorate them... Janice thought it would be fun to put expanding sponge animals into the crackers, but neither of us expected that the animals would end up in people's drinking water. Perhaps that was predictable, but solvent-laced water turns my stomach. Ewww!
Elizabeth loved her kitty themed Christmas outfit so much that she agreed to get out of her Winnie the Pooh pjs. She's apparently developing strong preferences about her clothing. Grandma J says that she had to dress Brendan before he was fully awake in order to get him to wear certain outfits.
I was very surprised to find a brand new weather vane attached to the top of Elizabeth's playstructure Christmas morning. Somehow Brendan smuggled it outside after 11pm Christmas Eve and perched precariously atop a ladder installed two frogs dancing under an umbrella.
Elizabeth was ready to go to dinner long before her parents (something about forgetting that we needed to steam the pudding, make hard sauce and vegetables first!) She got into all of her gear and then followed me around chanting "ready to go-oh"
Elizabeth received a hand-me-down doll house from friends at church. She spends hours putting dolly to bed, giving her baths and taking her to pee on the toilet. She also received a felt frog bucket which she liked so much that she insisted on bringing it to dinner and then to bed.