On Being Two
She asks me, “Why do Giraffes taste so good?”
And sitting down in a chair, she says, “Sooo…. bears don’t sit in chairs.”
She wants her own little hut, like the recycling center has. She thinks that daddy goes to work in the front yard. She insists that her name is “Beef and Lentils”.
I love that she is old enough to put her thoughts into words. It is so fun to listen to her processing her days. Sometimes she is right there with whatever we’re doing, and sometimes she is thinking about something completely different. She loves to repeat whatever Ian is saying, whether she understands it or not. But she is developing her own (very clear) ideas about how life works, and what she wants from it.
I can tell from her words that she is still so much a baby in so many ways. Her understanding of the world is so different than my jaded, adult perspective. I am listening as she makes discoveries and connections. It’s a little bit of a window into her baby-mind, and a little bit of hearing her grow up, every day. She is smart, and quick, and funny; and she makes me laugh.