While doing laundry recently, Cici stole all of my hangers and put them on her legs. She is so focused. (By Sabrina Stockrahm)
In the last couple of months, my 2-year-old daughter, Cici, has started to find her own voice and her personality is really starting for flourish. In that same time frame, I don’t think I’ve ever laughed so hard or questioned my own intelligence.
Tuesday evening this week, I was in the kitchen cleaning up dinner while Cici finished dinner in the living room. I can see directly into the living room, where I left her with her cute little plate shaped like a sandwich with separate slots for the sandwich, sides and condiments on her Mickey Mouse tray. I turn around after I heard the clunk of a plate on the floor. I thought for sure she had dropped her plate because she was playing around.
Instead, I turn around to find that she had placed her plate on the floor so she could lick the ketchup off of the plate like a dog... Pretending to be different animals has become one of her favorite things to do.
I told her she could sit on the floor and finish her meal, as long as she stopped eating like a dog. While she did that, this wasn’t the end of her shenanigans for that night.
I left her, and her plate, on the floor in the living room while I returned to the kitchen.
A few minutes later, I hear the pitter-patter of little feet running across the hardwood floor.
“Oh no, mommy, my toes,” she said.
I was confused. What is wrong with your toes, child?
All five toes on her left foot were completely covered in ketchup. She dipped her toes in the ketchup just for the heck of it.
In the moment I was frustrated because I just wanted to finish the dishes, but then I couldn’t help but laugh. What in the world was going through that child’s brain to dip her toes in the ketchup?
That’s just the tip of the iceberg though.
A couple of weeks ago, she made me laugh so hard, I thought for sure I was going to pass out.
My child is spoiled by our family. She got a tent in her room that she loves to hang out in. I was watching television -- a rare venture that did not include an animated series -- while Cici played in her room. Cici basically never stops talking, so when she got quiet while I watched tv, I obviously got suspicious.
Due to the fact we are potty training, she was running around in her Pull Ups.
I snuck around the corner, and apparently just wearing her undergarments wasn’t enough. She had mismatched socks on her feet, a shirt on updside down as pants and socks on her hands. No shirt.
I laughed so hard that I woke up my husband up while he was sleeping to work the night shift.
These are just a few of the many, many examples that have left me literally in pain laughing so hard. But this week, my darling child made me question my intelligence.
We are working on identifying colors. So far, she has mastered the color green, but everything else is blue. Before dinner, I told her to pick up her crayons. I told her to pick up the green one. She grabs it and puts it away. I move on to the next color, but she would not believe me about what color it actually was.
The following conversation ensued:
Me: Pick up that red crayon.
Cici: It’s blue.
Me: No, that one is red.
Cici: It’s blue.
Me: It’s red!
Cici: It’s red!
Me: It’s blue! Wait. Dang it! Just pick up the crayons off the floor!!
The tough times sure seem insignificant when I get to experience this joy and laughter.
Sabrina is the editor of the Greene County Daily World. She can be reached at email@example.com.