I know I said I wasn’t going to post for a while.
In the last 30 minutes, my 21 1/2 month old little girl did the following:
– Asked to get down from dinner, asked me to take off her diaper, sat down on the potty and nonchalantly pooped (for the first time ever in the potty).
– Counted to nine on her own. Unprompted, she slowly and deliberately enunciated each number.
Um, I wasn’t aware she had super powers.
The potty success was one thing, but she had peed on it a couple of times in the past few weeks so tonight’s matter-of-fact victory was thrilling for me but didn’t completely upend my universe.
However, the counting thing? I had only ever heard her count to four, and it usually took careful prodding. But out of nowhere, she started calling out how many spoonfuls I was measuring in the mixing bowl. When she passed “five” I started looking around for someone prompting her around the corner (we were home alone).
“Six.” (Scott? Are you SURE you left for barbershop chorus an hour ago?)
“Seven”. (Surely there is a hidden camera in the room.)
Shocked to the core, I waited expectantly for her to continue on to one hundred. But, apparently “ten” eluded her. I’ve always felt that number was overrated anyway.