“Gracie, what are you going to do today?” he asked.
“Then what are you going to do?”
“What are you going to do after that?”
Well, sounds like a plan.
Gracie is, or can be… a little contrary. Let’s just say she seems to enjoy not liking things more than she does liking things. Bubble bath? The other girls can’t get enough of it. But Gracie shakes her head and says, “I don’t like bubblths.”
Perhaps if you’ve read much here, you’ve caught on that Gracie and I have a special time of mother/daughter conversation while she uses the restroom before her nap. Strange as it might sound, it’s one of the most entertaining, (dare I say, favorite?) times of my day. This conversation basically consists of her monologue-ing and me just saying something every now and then to keep her going. One day, early on in the two year old stage, she began to tell about things she didn’t like.
“I don’t like bugths!”
“I don’t like bugs either, Gracie.”
“Yeah, them gwoss!”
But it was cuter than that. Imagine her scrunching up her nose and shaking her head when she says, “Bugths.” It continued.
“I don’t like beeths.”
“I don’t like waspths. ”
“I don’t like anths.”
“I don’t like ca-ta-pil-wa-ths.”
“I don’t like butterflieths.”
I had to disagree here. “You don’t like butterflies? I like butterflies.”
“Mm…no, I don’t like butterflieths.” And the nose scrunches and the head shakes.
It was too much.
I don’t know how long we would ask her, “Gracie, do you like bugs?”
And she would tell us.
In my recent post about why every house should have a two-year old, I said that one of the best things about this time is the stages that they go through. I thought it would be fun to chronicle the different stages that our dear Gracie has had. It started out with them all in one post, but that was way too long. So, I’ll just break it up and do a couple every now and then. There are two for today; hope you enjoy!
Gracie’s first stage that relates to being two started a few weeks before her second birthday. Her sisters had been in the habit of singing “Happy Birthday” with an enthusiastic “Woo!” for an ending.
Of course, Gracie was quite small still, but for fun we would ask her what she wanted for her birthday. At first she would smile and think and then say, “Birthday Woo!” We thought this was adorable, so like any good family we kept asking her and asking her and asking her. Her response would grow in excitement. To accompany the “Birthday” she would shake her arms twice in a typing position, then raise them up high over her head when she said, “Woo!” It got to where you could ask her at any point in the day, in the middle of any occasion, we would ask, “Gracie, what do you want for your birthday?” and she would adorably reply, “Birthday Woo!”
I so wish that I would have caught this little antic on video; but as all stages do, it came to an end before I did. Poor thing, her arms must have gotten tired.
This next stage was a weirdy. I sort of hate to include it because it wasn’t all that funny and didn’t make sense, but then again, who says that two year old stages by requirement must be sensical?
Gracie would say to me, “Mommy, when I was a little boy… I would say, ‘Boy run!'”
Yep. That’s it.
Every now and then it would be, “Mommy, when I was little boy… I said, ‘Boy preach!'”
I have absolutely no idea where this one came from, but I do know that she would say it at least once at every meal.
Sometimes we would interrupt her and say, “Gracie, you never were a little boy…”
And she would continue, “…I said, ‘Boy run!'”
Like I said, a weirdy.
Until next time…
What are some of the funny stages your two-year olds have been through? Do tell, I love these kinds of stories. = )
“Mommy! I haven’t wiggled at all yet!” (Sophia whispered loudly three-quarters of the way through Sunday’s sermon)
All the girls learned to say “Yeah” as their first positive response; and we were thrilled with that… when they were babies. However, lately I’ve been realizing that that is still their initial response and wanted to bring it from a “yeah” or “yep” to a “yes” or “yes, ma’am.” So I told the older three girls what I expected and then we played a little game where I would ask them a yes or no question, and they would have to reply correctly. Of course Hope answered with precision. Gracie got mixed up between sir and ma’am, and Sophia…
“Sophia, are you two?”
“Sophia, are you four?”
“Sophia, do you like pickles?”
“Sophia, is it dark outside?”
And then we stopped.
(Gracie to me) “What’s your name?”
“But you call yourself Christie.”
(Mckayla, every time Paul walks in the door) “Daaaaaa-deeeeee!”
According to my estimation, there are three stages of your life with regards to toilet paper.
1. When you have no clue what it is.
2. When you think it’s a toy or a snack.
3. When you have (hopefully) moved beyond stage 2 and use it for it’s intended purpose.
All four of my girls have now progressed through stage two, save one who shall remain nameless in this sentence. And every time they reach that point, I’m reminded again of how annoying it is.
Okay, at first it’s cute. They come waddling down the hallway with a long train of their new found treasure; and it is kind of cute. Or least the huge smile on their face is.
But then, after you pick up 479 pieces of ripped up toilet paper a day; it’s not cute anymore, and you finally say “Enough!”
Mckayla, I love you; and I promise to remember this stage with some measure of fondness… once it’s long gone!
I wouldn’t characterize any of our girls’ years as “terrible,” but I personally found three much more challenging than two.
Bear with me while I tell you why I love two-year olds so much.
For starters, they are fun, cute, silly, amazing, ridiculous, endearing, and playful. (to use a few adjectives that came to mind) And if that doesn’t make my opinion clear, here are a few other thoughts.
A year of exploration.
All of my girls could all walk by the time they were two, but other physical abilities seemed to snowball. Jumping and running, turning things on and off… I know that these can cause hazards and stress, but it’s also so heart-melting to see the excitement on their little faces and hear them proudly proclaim, “I run!!!”
A year of awareness.
Let’s just say, the conversations start picking up. As they begin to observe the world around them and ask questions, you have the awesome opportunity to fill their little head with knowledge, ideas, and enthusiasm. If you tell them lightbulbs are amazing, they’ll think they’re amazing, too; if you tell them bugs are gross, they’ll think they’re gross, too; if you tell them that storms are exciting and interesting, they’ll probably believe you; if you tell them that the road is dangerous, they’ll probably adhere. What better time than then to start shaping the way they view their body, other people, history, education, science, art, music… it goes on.
Wow! I didn’t actually intend for this to be inspirational, but as I’m writing, it’s like… yeah! Two-year olds are amazing! What an opportunity!
And for my very favorite thing about two-year olds, it would definitely have to be…
The way they talk.
Oh my goodness. They start to learn more words and put them together coherently, and then they get so excited that they begin talking faster and faster, and before you know it, it’s back to babble. After they catch up with themselves and you can understand again, it’s amazing. I love watching their faces darken or light up following the path of their topic; many times the girls have gotten to nap time way later than scheduled because they were carrying on while going potty and I just couldn’t help but listen and listen and listen. (and maybe egg them on a little bit, too = ) Then, there’s those conversations that take a serious turn and you’re feeling Wow, this is so cool; that was a great question they just asked. This is so meaningful; they’re going to remember this forever! and then… they say, “Does Daddy have a belly button?”
Okay, I thought of one more super fun aspect of two-year olds (or at least ours):
A year of stages.
Not developmental stages, but the they’re-doing-this-one-really-funny-thing-over-and-over stages. I think those have brought us more laughter than anything. The repetition of little jokes and games that they learn is so hilarious, maybe even more so than than the individual events or outbursts.
Well, this is all very opinionated indeed, but I just have to say that as I’ve watched Gracie during these past months (after I realized that my favorite age is two), I’ve tried super hard to cherish this time with her more than ever.
The thought has often crossed my mind, “Every house should have a two-year old.” They’re just so fun and entertaining and precious… but maybe that’s just me.
Do you have a favorite age/stage for babies and children? Has your two-year old experience been totally different from mine? Thank you so much to all my readers and followers for your looking, liking, and commenting; I love it! Because you all are so kind, I wish you a house full of two-year olds. = )