Somehow Phoebe is already 21 months old. She's been busy doing a lot of growing up the past few months. From potty training (which is going pretty well, though I'd like to speak to the person in charge who decided this was a good idea the month before international travel) to giving up her high chair (a more recent development; she's now on the kid stool at the dinner table), she just keeps growing up and up and up!
This evening during our Family Night lesson, she found a pair of pants in the diaper bag and managed to put them on by herself. She was quite proud—got one leg in each pant leg and everything!
She also climbed up on her little "busy cube," though I missed getting a picture of her standing precariously on the edge of it. Here she is climbing down because all her siblings were shouting, "No!" at her:
For now she's happy to throw us a clue, like "Puzzle," and let us begin our game of 20 questions.
"You want to play with some puzzles?"
"Okay! Let's do it!"
Or...as a longer example:
"What about the door?"
"Do you need me to open a door for you?"
"Is your bedroom door closed? Did Zoë shut you out again?"
"Do you want to go outside?"
"Is it the basement door?"
"Do you want to go check on Rachel and Miriam?"
That's another word she says: animal (sounds like "ammo"). Rachel and Miriam have a collection of stuffed animals that they keep in a pillow case under their bed. For some reason that collection of stuffed animals is much more tempting for Phoebe than the entire bin of stuffed animals in the corner of her very own bedroom. I guess because she can get into that any old time.
She loves visiting Rachel and Miriam's bedroom and pulling out their ammos!
She likes to make animal noises, as well. She knows arf, meow, neigh, moo, baaa, ssssss, various growling sounds for scary animals, quack, cock-a-doodle-doo (or something along those lines), braaloo (this is what an elephant says, apparently), and all sorts of things. She also likes to pretend to fall asleep and snore "ha-shoo, ha-shoo, ha-shoo."
She's turning into a beautiful little girl right before our very eyes...even if she still wants to get up to nurse four or five times a night. Just tonight she was up around 11:00, begging for milk already. I told her that was ridiculous, that she'd barely been asleep for two hours, that I wasn't going to give her any milk, but that I would come be with her while she fell asleep.
She screamed and screamed and screamed, signed "more please, more please, more please" and screamed and screamed and screamed.
I told her that if she kept screaming at me that I would have to go. I was willing to stay with her for however long it took for her to fall asleep but I was not going to be screamed at like that.
She stopped to think.
"Do you want me to stay?" I asked. "Or do you want to keep screaming?"
"I'll ask one at a time. Do you want me to stay?"
"Do you want to keep screaming?"
"So you want me to go?"
"Fine, I'll go."
I left her room and closed the door and she screamed and screamed and kicked her wall and screamed some more. I don't know how Zoë slept through it, but she did!
After a few minutes I opened the door to check on her and she stopped screaming.
"Are you finished?" I asked.
"Bam," she sniffed (bam, being one of her alternatives for yes...for whatever reason).
"Would you like me to stay with you now?"
"You're not going to scream at me?"
And she didn't. I tucked her in, patted her back, sang her a few songs, and sat by her while she tossed and turned, then settled down, and went to sleep. Now I just have to do that three more times tonight and every night for the foreseeable future until she drops some of these nighttime feedings...
She's almost two so I don't feel too badly about that...except that it makes her feel quite upset when the answer is no.