Sunday, January 5, 2014

Being 2 1/2 years old is awesome and hard!

Harper is 2 1/2 years old.  She is a perfect, sweet angel most of the time who loves to help mama out, sing and dance, play with friends, and go outside.  She loves going to church and playing with other kids.  She loves having dance party with mama and learning new dance moves.  She loves to sing songs, whether made up or real, play the piano and guitar, and in general do anything musical.  She loves reading books and having books read to her.  She loves to play mommy and house with her dolls, stuffed animals, and barbies.  She loves to hug and kiss, and kiss some more.  She loves watching Hugglemonster, Sofia, and Einsteins.  She loves painting, coloring, and drawing on the dry erase board.  She loves to climb up couches, chairs, the countertops, and people, and absolutely loves jumping off any and everything she climbed up.  She is spunky, sassy, funny, beautiful, and an absolute doll.  We laugh all day long and enjoy every minute with her.  

Harper is also 2 1/2 years old.  She is sometimes frustrating, impatient, repetitive, and demanding.  She loves to say No to bath time, nap time, bed time, putting clothes on, cleaning up, and sitting correctly in her chair.  She will repeat the same question over and over again until she gets a satisfactory answer.  She wants to be held and carried more than she wants to walk (and she is almost 30 pounds!).  She wants someone to play with her at all times and never do anything else but sit by her side.  She won't actually sleep at nap time, she gets up and down off the bed and plays for an hour while yelling "Mommy" over and over again.  She throws toys when she is mad, hits you in the face if you are making her do something she doesn't want to do, and is not against screaming and yelling when she is mad.  I sometimes lose my patience because the terrible twos, threes, whatever you want to call them, are h.a.r.d.  

But every morning, she wakes up and she is smiling and wants to cuddle with her mama and a new day begins.  We start over because just at God forgives and tries harder with us, we forgive and try harder with each other.  

Funny things she says:
*Wuv You.  (Love you)
*'Scuse Me, I burped/farted/coughed. (She likes to remind Cody to say this too).
*Leave my lone.  (Leave me alone.  This she usually gets in trouble for and is usually followed by Go Way). 
*Watch show, pease?
*Come play with us... (Just her, not sure where the us came from.)
*What's that sound like?  (What was that sound?)
*Are youu?  (Calling for someone, asking where are you, usually loud and very drawn out.)
*Here my come.  (Yelled right before she jumps off the couch, chair, bed, etc.  At least she yells it now because before she just jumped, and that was getting scary.)
*Mommy. Mama.  MAMA.  Mommiee.  Mama.  (Repeated over and over again from her room, the carseat, or if I'm not paying attention.  She must have seen The Family Guy commercial.)
*I wake up morning.  (Telling me she wants to get up, out of bed.  Mostly in the afternoons, not mornings, but then I have to say, Harper you can't wake up if you didn't actually go to sleep.  She doesn't understand this.)
*Free OClock.  Mama, it's Free OClock!  There's a free, mama!  (Yelling from her room that it's 3:00pm and she can get up from nap now.  It took some time to learn that it must be a 3 in the hour spot and not the minute spot.  That was confusing.)
*Like that.  (Always trying to tell people what to do and how to do it.)
*Dissy.  (Dixie, sweet dog.  Always being yelled at to get down, be quiet, or get back.  Even Harper yells at Dixie now, even when it may not be Dixie's fault.)

No matter how hard the temper tantrums are, they are worth it.  Because she is worth it.  And through all the cross words and tears, I love her and she loves me.  And this too shall pass.

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