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Well.. it’s no longer “Ah-fia..”

It’s not “Sofia.”

Sigh… one by one, her baby pronounciations are being replaced by these “big girl” pronounciations..

I can’t take it.

Last month, M came over to give me a kiss..

She comes right to my cheek, and with her lower lip, she “licks” my cheek in an upward motion, making a puppy licking sound.

Honestly, I’m really glad it’s her lower lip and not her tongue.  I love my kid to death, but all that excess saliva on my cheek is just a little too.. um.. icky..

It’s really the cutest thing. 

When she did it the first time, she told me, “Like puppy.”

Hence.. the puppy kiss was born!

It’s a sweet surprise to her grandparents when I tell her to give them a puppy kiss.  They laugh and hug her out of sheer delight.  It’s really a sweet moment.

I wonder what other things M will come up with.. I hope they will always be as cute as a puppy kiss!

I was wrong about two year old toddlers.

M left a pretty icky taste in my mouth after turning two and just being as terrible as the namesake.

However, I think its safe to say that her “terrible” twos were attributed to her being under the weather after our Hawaii trip.. but I think I’ve already said all of this before..

I love my two year old.

She’s funny.  She’s sweet.  She’s loving.  She’s thoughtful.  She’s definitely entertaining.

Her vocabulary and her communication skills seem to get better and better everyday.  She can tell me what she wants most of the time.  If she gets hurt, she can show me her “owwie.”  It’s no longer a guessing game with her.

I’m able to reason and compromise with her.  Her ability to understand what I’m trying to tell her gets better and better.

I’m able to explain why certain things won’t go her way, and she’s able to understand it and accept it.. for the most part.

Her cuddles.  Oh, her cuddles.

“One hug.  One kiss.”

That’s her thing.  She’ll give me one hug and one kiss.  It’s the cutest thing, really it is.

It’s so easy to get a hug and a kiss, all I have to do is ask.

I’m enjoying every hug and every kiss.  I’m enjoying every smile, and every look of approval.  I know that these moments are fleeting.

I just hope that these moments stay imprinted in my brain long after she’s out grown me..

I made Filipino Menudo. I rushed home from work to get the meat going, cooked as fast as the food let me so that by the time M and Hubby came home, dinner was almost done.

M didn’t like it.

I made meatloaf.  I spent a good amount of time tediously chopping some veggies to incorporate into the meatloaf.  Cooked as fast as the food let me so that the food would be done by the time M got hungry.

M didn’t like it.

It’s very frustrating.

It’s not that she’s super picky.  It’s just a major guessing game to see if she’s going to like the food being prepared.  AND even if I cook something that she’s been known to like one day, it may not be the same the next time.  She may like it today, but will she like it two weeks from now if I make it again?!

It’s a battle.

The foods that seem to never fail usually involve some sort of pasta.  But who wants to eat pasta all day, everyday?  Not me! 

Recipes.  Send me recipes.  What did your kids like? 

I’m open to trying new things… just nothing majorly preparation-heavy…

Leave a comment below.

Last weekend, Hubby and I decided to get the carpets steam cleaned in our apartment.  It’s free when the lease gets renewed, so we take advantage of it.

We moved ALL of M’s toys into the second bedroom, the room that had always been my parents room when ever they come over for the weekend.  Our living room looked amazingly spacious.  I haven’t seen all that space since before M! 

So Hubby and I made the executive decision to finally make that second bedroom M’s room.

Ok, it’ll be M’s/Craft room.

Who knew that this decision would be one so full of hard work?

Before M, it was easy to make a change.  We’d spend all night working on getting it just right.

Now, it’s in phases. 

I mean, the kid’s gotta eat, right?

It’s taking a lot longer than I anticipated getting everything moved around and cleaned up.

My craft space is one of those mountains I have to tackle.  It’s a mess!  I really need to work on finding new storage options to keep things clean.  Gone are the days where I would just plop everything down onto the air mattress and deal with it when my parents come over to stay.  Those patterned paper pads need a new home, and it’s my responsibility to find it.

Her toys, most of them, already found their home inside her room.  And, in perfect M-fashion, she’s already made a mess.

Yesterday, I told her, “M, all your toys are everywhere.  Clean up your room!”

It made me smile.  My baby has a room. 

 

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Yes, that was M.  Every night when I open the laptop to write the next few blog posts, she climbs onto my lap and reviews her letters and numbers as she sees them on the keyboard.

It doesn’t make it easy to write a blog post, but I sit around patiently, waiting for her to run off to her next activity.  All the while, the thoughts that run through my head for that particular blog post slowly fade..

So… while sitting down and writing this post, I figure, “if I can’t stop her, I should let her go with it.”  As she was typing, her little voice would tell me which letters she would press.  She’d occasionally press function keys and realize that nothing was happening.  I’d constantly remind her to focus only on letters and numbers.

It’s a nice way to capture this single little moment in her life.  It may be gibberish, but it’s a snapshot of M this particular age on this particular date.

We can mark this date as M’s blog debut.  I’m hoping as she gets older, she can be my little blogger, what do you think?

We’ve noticed a trend in the ways M likes to eat things.

I don’t know if we subconsciously starting cutting her fruits and meats and other cutable food items this way.. but it just seems to work like a charm.

M LOVES fries.  Like mother, like daughter.  Hubby likes to think that my gorging on fries and nuggets during my pregnancy has heavily influenced M’s affinity towards these two food times.

Whatever.  It’s fine.  At least I have a friend to munch fries with.

It seems that everything we cut for her to eat has been served to her in French fry form.

Long, narrow sticks of peaches.  Long narrow slices of grapes. Long, narrow sticks of apples.

You get the picture.

You know something, it really gets her to eat whatever food is being presented to her.

I don’t know if it’s the subconscious tie in to actual French fries, or that she actually likes apples, grapes and peaches..

But at this point, whatever gets this girl to eat, I’ll gladly do!


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