Eva is officially 2 ½. She’s so independent and communicative. She knows what she wants, and how to get it, and gets upset if we change things from the way she thinks they should be. She loves the Disney Princess fleece blanket that serves as her bedspread, but the plain blue blanket underneath, not so much. She'll shove the blue one away until it's bunched up at her feet, and only the princess blanket covers her. Of course, I have to go in after she's asleep and cover her with both, or she'll freeze. At bedtime, we have to "read George", a little book of opposites featuring Curious George, that my friend Nicola gave her as a "big sister" present. She can quote it word for word, and will reenact his adventures with the stuffed George doll she got for Christmas: "George is dry. Splash! Now George is wet!"
Amanda can roll both ways now, from back to front, and back again. She can sit tripod style, propped up by her arms, but tips over pretty easily. She has been crying every time I set her down the past couple days, refusing to even entertain herself on the play mat or in her swing. She just wants to be held or nursed constantly. I think it's that nasty teething again, but Eva has picked up on it and followed suit, constantly asking for "lap" (to sit on my lap) or "I hold you too!" Between the two of them, it can get pretty smothering at times. Dave wore Amanda in a front carrier pack last night to give me a break, and she fell right to sleep in it. Eva tried to imitate him by wearing her doll in a flour sack towel, swaying gently with her hands behind her back like he did. But eventually she decided she'd rather be carried like little sister, and tried to climb on his back. She fell and smacked her head on the toy chest instead, poor kid, and had to wear an ice pack. Sometimes being a kid can be rough.
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