What can I say? My Katy Rose is a Talker. And a Dancer. And a Giggler... sometimes she's a Whiner, frequently a Runner, and most recently she transforms into a panting puppy close to bedtime (not quite sure why.) She is still a sweetheart and extremely cute for the overwhelming majority of the time, although yesterday she pulled my hair--on purpose, and hard--twice. Nipping that in the bud!!
Lately her favorite thing to watch is Dumbo. She has huge sympathy for Dumbo's mommy and baby Dumbo, and when they cry, she makes sad sounds too. And when the weird Pink Elephants on Parade scene comes on, she gets up and marches and dances to it. I'm glad, because I think I was kinda freaked out by that scene when I was a kid. But she gets a kick out of it. I know she doesn't grasp the whole circumstance of that--that her baby elephant and his mouse buddy are hallucinating because they are totally drunk, immediately after gulping water that was tainted with a bottle of booze the clowns accidentally knocked over. And I don't think I realized as a kid how the black birds are a total racial stereotype. But hey, it can't be all that much worse than the stuff on television today, can it?
Last night we went to the Olive Garden. By the way, they have one of the best kids' mac 'n' cheese of any restaurant we've been to. Little shells and a great, creamy cheese sauce that tastes better than your typical Velveeta shells 'n' cheese. They had a really large booklet for the kids to color on. Katy spent a lot of time coloring in the characters. She's getting surprisingly good at coloring (in my humble Mother's opinion).
What was really cute was that I asked her if she wanted mac 'n' cheese or pizza, and she decided on the mac 'n' cheese. So she kept asking for it before it arrived, and I kept explaining that the lady would bring it in just a minute. When the waitress brought the salad, Katy looked at her and asked, "Cheese?" I even got her to say please and thank you to the waitress for bringing the food and her milk. There is not much cuter than a chub-faced 2-year-old that says, "Puweeez?" and "Tain koo."
Katy's fascination with blankets is fading. In its place is her fascination with "Kay-ee's aah-mals." There's a whole family of Pooh bears, several of Pooh's friends, and some random other favorite stuffed animals that are often piled on Mommy or on the floor or in her crib, and then she lays on top of the pile and snuggles in, complete with a "Kay-ee's aah-mals" in a warm and fuzzy type of voice. What's also funny is that there is a "Mommy Pooh" and a "Baby Pooh" in addition to several other Poohs. As Katy herself says... "Cute."
Since her 2nd birthday, Katy has gotten lots of play out of her Mr. Potato Head, her new Little People Builders set, her little kitchen, and the tricycle. She's not quite there with the trike yet, but she is trying. She understands how to get on and off, and put her feet on the pedals, but getting going, staying in motion, and steering have yet to be mastered.
Yesterday I took her to a local park that has a great mostly-shaded playground. We had been there for a while, and she was having fun and going down slides and running & screaming for fun like some other kids. Then a little boy about her size came toward her. They were both kinda smiling, and it looked like they were going to reach out and hug each other any second. But then the little boy reached out both hands and shoved her right in the chest, knocking her down. She broke into tears and ran to me, her little heart broken from such unprovoked meanness. Fortunately, his mom was right there and witnessed the whole thing. She tried to get him to apologize to Katy but he was silent. So she picked him up and said if he couldn't play nice then he couldn't play at all, and she took him off to the parking lot and left. She apologized to me on his behalf, which was really nice. I was glad she handled it the way she did. Katy's still sheltered, having been with her parents and grandparents all this time, and is not accustomed to other kids being rough with her. I admit, I do wonder about this and whether it is good or not for her to be so protected from "the real world." I know, only a mom would worry about stuff like that, right?
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