When last we met, Zoe and I had established a morning routine. The routine has not changed, although her vocabulary has. We still go down to the living room for a cup of milk. We still rest for a few minutes whilst the older two kids get themselves ready. We still wrap the blanket around her.
For a while, she used to say “my toes are warm”, which meant that the blanket was not wrapped around her toes well enough. I never figured out whether she meant “my toes aren’t warm” or “my toes are cold” until one day she decided to start saying the latter.
I am especially proud of the way she handles multisyllabic words effortlessly, the way she speaks in complete sentences (sometimes with subordinate clauses), and the way expresses herself. If she tells you something, and you ask “why”, she will give a reason and not just say “because” or “I want to”.
She’ll be “graduating” in about a month from the toddlers room at daycare to the preschool room. They’re starting to let her play in there for a little bit each day, to acclimate her.
She doesn’t like people doing things for her — she much prefers to do everything on her own whenever she can. She’s growin’ up and it’s all happening too fast.