Monday, October 25, 2010

Now I See...

In Second Daughter's birthday post, I mentioned the Terrible Twos and how I think the Twos are Terrific. In the past few weeks, I think we've been learning what other families mean. It's possible we blocked the memories from the first couple of times around, but I really think Second Daughter is taking this to a whole new level. I can only imagine how much worse it will be if she learns to open doors before she gets through the worst of this stage. A few examples, for posterity's sake:
  • Climbing the piano and trying to jump off. Over and over again.
  • Climbing onto the top bunk. Over and over again. (At least she's not trying to jump off.)
  • Climbing the bookcase.
  • Climbing in and out of her crib. Over and over again.
  • Removing the safety plugs from the outlets, plugging other things in, removing those and reinserting the safety plugs.
  • Opening the fridge and rearranging the contents.
  • Helping herself to cans from the cupboard.
  • Putting DVDs into the VCR.
  • Climbing onto the piano, trying to plug in the stereo and then trying to stick the CDs in between the CD trays without opening them.
  • Climbing onto the toy kitchen.
  • Climbing onto the dog crate.
  • Undressing herself. Completely. Over and over again.
  • Undressing her baby dolls. Completely. Over and over again.
  • Hooking her toes over the knobs of the changing table so she can climb it.
  • Trying to climb into the co-sleeper with Second Son.
  • Answering question after question with "Yes. No."
  • Insisting that every toy in the house is hers and not to be touched by her big brother or big sister.
  • Biting the erasers off all the pencils. 
  • Putting any coins she finds directly into her mouth.
  • Removing all the books from a shelf one by one, stacking them, then flipping through them (none too carefully, as the stack of disassembled books on my desk can attest) and stacking them in a new pile one by one, which is really cute until someone or anyone walks by and sends a slight breeze against the pile which sends it toppling down resulting in disaster and tears.
  • Climbing over the baby gate that is supposed to keep her out of the office.
  • Attempting to wash her hands in the dog's water dish.
  • Deciding, on a daily basis, that she wants to play piano during Second Son's morning nap.
  • Moving a table so she can reach the diaper bag, unpacking the bag completely and repacking it in her own way.
Oh, but she is an adorable site when she bows down before the Eucharist at Children's Adoration...and then she starts running up and down the aisle.