The other night Kins woke up at midnight screaming. Not just a little whimper, but tears rolling down her face. Usually, if she wakes up in the night and stands up she lays back down within a minute and goes back to sleep without much crying at all. Tim went to check on her and she kept crying and screaming, "Mama!" over and over. As soon as he brought her to me she gave me a big hug and calmed down immediately. It was adorable. Not long after she wanted to go see Daddy again to go to sleep.
After he had her asleep I remembered I had left her vent uncovered. I've got this system to keep her room a good temperature, which involved covering her vent with a book overnight, because it gets too cold otherwise, even with the vent totally closed off. I didn't want her to get too cold, so I crept into her room like a panther, which is to say, on my hands and knees. Halfway to the vent I was met with catastrophe, my arm popped loudly, waking Kins up from her fragile sleep. I quickly lept behind the ottoman of her glider, meaning, I crouched down because that's where I already was. I was certain I was hidden completely. In hindsight, I think I was so certain because I didn't have my contacts in and could barely see a thing. Kins, on the other hand, has laser vision, and with the nightlight in her bedroom apparently had no problem IDing me. She stood up and said, "Mama!" several times. Then, more hesitantly, she said, "turtle". Shortly after she decided it wasn't worth the bother and went back to sleep. This whole time I was sure I was hidden like a ninja, and she was just calling my name hoping I'd come in out of my bedroom.
After I made my way back to the bedroom, I found Tim laughing. He said he had been on his phone, but once he heard all the action he quickly realized the monitor was far more entertaining to watch. He said I was in clear view, and that she was actually pointing at me while identifying me. It was pretty funny. Here's a picture of my stealthy hiding place, taken the next morning from her point of view.
Aug 29, 2011
Aug 17, 2011
In an egg at the zoo with Bears.
Aug 15, 2011
Kins is getting some names down. She learned my dad is Paw Paw, Dada she's known for awhile, and for about the past month she's finally been saying Mama. She's making up for taking so long to start saying my name with extra enthusiasm now that she's saying it. If I leave the room for 5 seconds, she'll point at me when I come back and proudly announce, "Mama!" Then, yesterday, she learned her own name. I pointed at Tim and I saying "Dada and Mama", then pointed at her and said her name. I could actually see the lightbulb click on in her head. She then excitedly pointed at herself and said her name. She said it perfectly too, although with repetition it's become less perfect. It seems like a tough concept to get a handle on your self awareness and learn your own name. I was proud.
Aug 8, 2011
This month Kins went through a little patch of what seemed kind of like sibling rivalry with Bears. If he played with any of her stuff she would get very upset and go try to take it from him. He wasn't even allowed to so much as touch her pony friend, and if he dared, she would go yank his hand off. She also decided it was fun to grab his hand and clench it painfully. Poor Bears. Finally, I convinced her it was more fun to give Bears hugs than be naughty. Lately, she's been a lot better. I'm hoping she's over it.
She's still learning words quickly. I read that by age 2 they can learn up to 5 new words a day! So, I guess I'm going to see her start learning even faster soon.
Eating is still by far the most challenging part of being her mama. She just doesn't like to do it, weather it's ice cream or pears, she eats it with the same disdain. I imagine one day soon she will realize that some foods actually do taste good. I still distract her with my phone or let her watch netflix on my laptop so that I can feed her.
She is pretty easy in most other ways. She seems to nearly always be happy, and she is good at playing on her own. Her book tastes are maturing...
She tries to help out when she can. This morning she put away groceries for quite some time. She put coffee, chips, and about 20 jars of food all into the pantry. She had to do some rearranging to get things to fit, she pulled a few things out that were in the way. She was very pleased with her work.
Aug 1, 2011
My dad has recently become Papa. We thought Kins called him that on the phone recently, but she has now made it totally clear that she knows his name. Or her name for him anyway. I was skype calling with my mom, and when he walked by in the background she screamed, "Papa!!!" It was very cute. Now we're waiting to see what she will call grandma.