It's potty time
Well, we've been trying to teach Miranda about using the potty. She's got the basic idea, I think, but doesn't know how it applies to her or what the purpose of using the potty might be.
She managed to do a wee in the potty once, and when it happened she stood up with a rather shocked look on her face. We, of course, made a big production of what a good girl she was, and that seemed to make her happy, but we haven't been able to 'catch' her since (and we've never gotten her to do a poo on the potty at all).
We'll keep at it and eventually she'll work it out. Even Zoë, with her very limited understanding of language and communication, managed to get toilet trained, so I'm not at all worried about Miranda.
Little Miss Contrary
Lately, Miranda is just contrary sometimes for no apparent reason. She'll suddenly fight me on changing her nappy, or getting the seat belts in her car seat fastened, or going somewhere or coming home, pretty much pick a topic, she might suddenly "stubborn up" and fight me on it.
I do realize this is a normal stage of her seeking autonomy and testing boundaries, etc., but wrestling a very strong and sturdy two-and-a-half-year-old into the straps of a car seat that requires you to have both buckles in place before you can fasten them is pretty tiring.
And on other matters, she's all signed up for pre-school. She'll be going to the same one where Zoë has been going, so she's familiar with the school and the teachers (a good thing; she still sometimes has her days where she has a fit when I leave her at childcare, even though she really enjoys it there).
General stuff
Miranda's growing up perfectly normally. She was sick over the weekend, with a fever and a very pitiful demeanor, and has now fully recovered and returned to her usual toddler self. She's figured out that she's quite strong and big enough to do some damage when she struggles, kicks, etc., and has been practicing this technique quite a lot lately whenever she's expected to do something she doesn't want to do.
Her speech is continuing to grow in leaps and bounds. Just last night she watch Zoë getting ready for bed and announced, "You're naked!" She has also, rather unfortunately, picked up a couple of the not-so-polite words I use when I'm annoyed. I've been deliberately keeping my language as tame as possible, but it's still disturbing to hear a toddler say, "Oh, crap!" when something happens that she thinks warrents it. Actually, it's more like "Oh cwap!" in a little baby voice, so it's partly a bit funny, and, well, there are many worse words she could be saying.
Today, since I'm sick with whatever it was the kids had (poor Miranda was literally shrieking with pain when she was sick; it appeared to be intestinal or stomach cramps and that's what I've got today, very painful), Andrew actually took Zoë to early intervention playgroup and Miranda to her childcare playgroup (I did offer to keep her here with me, but he thought it would be good for her to get out, so he took her despite her protests that she had to be with Mama).
Hopefully, she'll be a happy little kiddo when she gets back. I suspect it could go either way, though...
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