E.V. stops and squats a little and then looks me in the eye with a look of fear on her face and says quietly, ‘Uh oh, oh no.’
‘E.V.,’ I say, ‘did you poop?’
‘Yes Poppy,’ she says, ‘poop in butt. Uh oh.’
She has never spoken like that before, almost like an adult, the most I’ve gotten is ‘Poop butt,’ and her clawing at her diaper. So I ask, ‘Do you need a new diaper?’
‘Yes, please,’ she says and signs please, and then signs diaper. She then takes my hand and walks me to her bedroom to her diaper changing dresser. Releasing my hand, she raises both arms skyward and says, ‘Up, Poppy, Up!’
So I pick her up, plop her down and change her diaper and when I’m done she sits up, wiggles her butt as if testing it for stray poop I might have forgotten and then signs and says thank you, pronounced ‘Dank goo.’
She then yawns, looks at me and says, ‘Nap,’ and points to her bed. So I put her in her bed.
‘Want a paci?’
‘Yes, please,’ she says while signing please.
So I hand the pacifier to her, she pops it in her mouth, signs ‘thank you,’ and then ‘I love you’ and rolls over and closes her eyes while gently tapping her nose with bunny blanket. She’s passed out before I close the door.
She’s not even two yet! When did she get this grown up? 😠I mean I can look back and sort of see the trajectory she is on, but it’s like she went from a crawl to a run and I missed the staggering walk bit. At this rate, we won’t have to leave instructions for babysitters anymore because E.V. will be able to tell them what to do herself.
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