I swear to you, that the daddy ("poppy"), sat on the toilet the entire time. When I asked if Poppy was going to go sit on the couch, or eat dinner with the family, or go to the treehouse, or whatever, it was always, "Nope. Poppy has to make more poopoos."
The therapist tells us that how she plays with a dollhouse is a picture of her real life. Can't wait till Brian hears about this one!!
Some of the words that Brian and I were talking about today that Melanie loves to say:
- fusterated (you can probably figure that one out)
- louder (this is not volume. this is the thing that her daddy uses to climb up to fix things)
- banded (this is what you put on a booboo)
- lemonlaid (the yellow drink made from fruits)
- libary (the place you go to get books)
I'm sure there are more. I'm thinking that we may create our own dictionary.
We're getting ready for vacation. The beach is top on the list for little miss thing. She has a list of things she wants to take with us. Bucket. Shovel. Rake. Water pail. Beach chair. Towels. Camera. (She's very insistant on the camera.) Time goes so slow when you're 3. She has no concept of 3 days, really. Every time she gets into bed, it's a nap - whether it's for 2 hours or 12. Like right now (11:45pm), she is taking a nap. She is going to be taking my kind of nap man. I wish I could take a 12 hour one.
Ok, gotta go get a few things done before church tomorrow. The cousins are coming over to play, so I need to get the camera ready, and make lists. Tons of lists. Packing is not my forte.