The hills were alive with the sound of toddlers. Local friends and MOMS club members came for singing, instrument playing and snacking on strawberries, butterfly crackers, hummus and spinach and feta phyllo triangles. Mama and Austen had the best time, enjoying the lively conversation and all the noise (from running and toys mostly, but some singing.) Even Dada joined the fun … at the very end of the evening.
Not showing much interest in letters, except for spelling her name, Austen can count the number of little yellow duckies that Mommy places in front of her. Ten is her maximum at the moment but maybe learning the Twelve Days of Christmas will change this. (Note: sometimes she miscounts by recounting a duck several times: imaginative counting, we’ll call it.)
Mama can now discuss cause and effect with Austen and try to explain to her why she isn’t allowed to do something. Reasoning with her seems to help ward off the degree to which Austen complains. However, reasoning with Austen does not mean waiting for her to accept the reasons before enforcing the rules.
Our stair gates are still up, at the top and bottom of the main staircase, but now they are more for corralling Austen (either upstairs or down when needed) instead of for safety. For a few months now, Austen has been all right going up and down the stairs by herself, sometimes when Mama and Dada aren’t even watching, or are in another room.
After experiencing tutus (and princess garb) at Cousin Morgan’s birthday party, Austen insists on “dancin’ ballet” everyday. Monday at a holiday party she tried to steal her friend’s tutu from serious tutu envy – Mama hasn’t bought her one yet. Today she’s been wrapping scarves around herself to make a tutu and listening to the nutcracker dances, including the Arabian dance, the Dance of the Sugarplum Fairy and the Chinese dance. ‘Looks like we have two converts for next years Nutcracker at