If we had any doubts that we had a two-year-old on our hands, they're gone now. Eva is starting to assert her strong will and pull the ornery little stunts that make toddlers so delightful and frustrating at the same time. Lately she's been hauling her plastic bike onto the couch to ride it, even though it doesn't go anywhere. I really have no idea where she got that idea, but she does it a lot. She loves to climb, including all over me, which is really irritating when I'm trying to sit and rest. I'm not a jungle gym, and my big belly is really sensitive to being pulled on, bumped or jabbed. She likes to strip off her clothes at random times. She's starting to refuse to hold my hand in public, either dropping her weight because she wants to walk by herself, or trying to run ahead. At eight months pregnant, it's a challenge to run after her and pick up her 25 pounds. In a mall or store, the tone of my voice and my taking a few steps toward her is enough to motivate her to run back to me, but in a parking lot, that's not an option. Eva tends to sleep in the "stink-bug" position with her butt in the air, so lately she's been waking up soaking wet because her diaper leaked over the top front. She's getting pickier about her food, refusing her dinner (or picking out just her favorite parts) and then begging for snacks. I never force her to eat dinner, but I won't give her anything else until she eats at least part of it, which makes her really mad. I know if I give in to a tantrum, it will only encourage her to throw a fit to get what she wants. Still, it's exhausting to hold the line.
ROAD WORK
The main street between our house and the freeway has been blocked for 16 days, to lay tracks across for a new passenger rail line. I keep forgetting to use alternative routes and end up rerouted at the roadblock, having to take long, winding detours clogged with traffic. By the time I finally get in the habit of using other routes, I probably won't need them anymore. That's pregnancy brain, for you.
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