Drop-in Bug Care

A few good and noteworthy firsts for the Bug this week. She sat on the toilet and kept saying "potty" (now we should probably get her her own). Her first sentence using only English longer than a couple words: "I see mommy daddy hug."
But the biggest was her first drop-in daycare experience. She did really well (for a first timer) with some extra attention and a little boy who took it upon himself to be her personal guide. She ate well at dinner and even offered her "guide" a bite.
When she finally noticed we were there to pick her up, she pointed us out, identified us, and ran right over. Apparently her "guide" kept track of how many words she said, but I never did get clarification of whether or not those six words included "mommy" and "daddy" at the end.

Bug Kisses

As the Bug admired the inside of her Elmo Valentine's card from Grandma, she gave the appropriate awws and ooos. And that pretty much wrapped up our Valentine's day.

Kisses, hugs, and affectionate playacting with toys have been a staple for the Bug for weeks. But this week adds the extra special touch of hearing her say, "I love you." Granted, it sounds more like a chorus of Old MacDonald, but the heart-crushing sweetness can not be understated.

We are plunging headlong into the terrific twos.

Snug in a Rug

The top five things I'm not talking about in this post:

5: The Bug talking to her reflection in drawer knobs
4: Her first see-saw experience where she kept telling the boy on the other end, "Boat! Rocking!"
3: The fact that she can easily reach doorknobs... to close doors.
2: When we're not responding fast enough, she's started clapping one hand on the other and clicking her tongue.
1: Whenever we walk up to the grocery store, she points, says "cookie," and then signs "eat."

I am going to talk about the Bug's new favorite daddy game. It starts with pulling up a side of Grandma's rug and repeating, "Daddy? Cozy?" After I've scooted myself under the rug, she instructs me to lie on my back.

Once I have been satisfactorily positioned, she holds a finger to her mouth and shushes the room. This is the start of the "game."

She makes makeshift slides from the slopes of the rug and climbs and rolls and carries on with all the appropriate sounds. I just watch and wonder how I ended up a rug-covered playground.