She opened her presents which she seemed to like - an alphabet puzzle from Cian, a Peppa Pig playdough set from Mom and Dad and a Tinkerbell backpack from Omi and Opa. Emily's birthday card included an inflatable tinkerbell wand and with all the excitement of the balloons and inflatable wand Cian stepped on it and it broke. He knew it was bad and all I heard was "pop" and the sound of running footsteps to the timeout spot. Emily didn't care that her wand didn't inflate anymore because she had lots of things to play with - it was me that was annoyed. I went to talk to Cian after I had calmed down, even though I was still unreasonably upset about an inflatable toy. He was very upset and said "I break everything" in between sobs. Poor kid - he has no clue how strong he is and that is something he has to just figure out on his own. Emily didn't know anything untoward happened and just went upstairs to check on Cian cause he wasn't downstairs. I know I have no control over it but I hope they stay close - it's really nice to see.
After breakfast Keith took the kids swimming. They seemed to have a good time. At nap time I took Emily upstairs and Keith laid down with Cian because after a morning full of an early start, lots of excitement and swimming we thought we could convince him to have a bit of a nap too (and it worked). Emily was not so convinced napping was for her and she kept coming out of her room. She has been able to vault out of her crib for months now rendering it's captivity properties useless. It often takes several attempts to put her back to sleep with the threat of putting her in her car seat if she doesn't listen. The car seat sits in the corner of her room as a reminder to stay in her bed. After many, many attempts to put her back to bed I finally had to make good on my threat and put her in the car seat. This is when the power struggle finishes and she does not like losing. After the protest and leaving the room I hear through the door the sad song of defeat "Happy birthday to me..."
The rainy late afternoon was spent lazing around. Emily crawled into bed with me after her nap to watch a silly sitcom - I like that she likes to watch goofy rom coms with me. That's our late night activity when she isn't sleeping and needs a cuddle. When the rain got really heavy Cian and I sat on the front stoop and he stuck his legs out and sang "...dancing in the rain..." it was pretty awesome.
She wanted "meat sticks"(kebabs) for supper and so we had those and Cian and I made fruit kebabs (which the kids called "lollipops") and then the birthday cupcakes. Emily said she wanted tinkerbell cupcakes which turned out to be chocolate with green ("forest floor") icing in the shape of a 2. Keith ran out to get candles and after we sang to Emily and she blew them out we realized these were not ordinary candles. Keith looked at the box which read "Magic Relightable candles" - this was very entertaining to all of us. I've never seen relighting candles so that was great fun.
We put Emily in a big girl bed because the crib is utterly pointless now. She did not want to go to bed in that either and was still trying to escape long after her brother had fallen asleep. The "terrible 2's" started with her several months ago as she likes to push boundaries (hence the reason we have a car seat in her room). I tell myself that her being so strong-willed will hopefully mean she won't be a pushover in the future but for now it's a bit trying. She did eventually go to sleep though - our Tinkerhulk who's in a huge rush to grow up. I think she's finally realized she is only turning 2 and not 5 like she has said for several days.
So Happy 2nd Birthday to our little girl. Your precocious comments make us stifle laughter nearly every day. I can't believe that so much determination and strength (and volume) can come out of such a tiny body (although not so tiny for 2 year old standards). I love how much you love to watch clips of major dance scenes from musicals. I love your unbelievable dance moves and your singing voice. I feel like you were never interested in being a baby and you're finally excited to get on with all the things you've been wanting to do. I'm excited to watch you grow and although I'm pretty sure you're going to be a handful I'm so proud to be your mom.
No comments:
Post a Comment