I think this quarter felt like the shortest time between updates, either because or in spite of all the things that have happened in the last three months.
The big, huge, hip-hip-hooray news is that about two minutes after I posted the last update, Sonja was potty trained. I go back and forth on whether this is the kind of information I should be making publicly available, but it is the only way I’m going to remember it. So here’s what happened: Buoyed by conversations about potty training with other moms at Sonja’s co-op preschool, I took away the diapers and put her in underwear. The first day she had two accidents and two successful trips to the potty and I thought we were on our way. The second day, she had four accidents and no successful trips to the potty, so I figured I’d jumped the gun and we’d have to start over later. That night I put her in a diaper and put her to bed, and she would not go to sleep. She was stalling and playing and generally frustrating me. Not that this was unusual behavior, but she was really milking it. Around 10 o’clock she started telling me she had to go potty. I thought it was another stalling technique because she knew I wouldn’t say no to that request. However, she went every time she told me she had to, every single time, until she finally fell asleep at 1 a.m. The next day we groggily headed off to preschool in a diaper, and had zero accidents that day and only a few after that. Apparently she was ready to learn and the restless night was just her brain processing the info. The next step was getting her out of the pull-ups and into regular underwear, which seemed like a losing proposition until I found the right, Pixar-themed underwear. She was so pleased with her “pretty Jessie” underwear she insisted on wearing them overnight. I had heard overnight potty training was a different beast entirely, so I resigned myself to changing the sheets every other day for who knew how long. But after a couple of weeks, she got that too. I know the saying goes that the powers that be only give us what we can handle, and though I believe in no such powers, there seems to be an element of truthiness to the sentiment. I did not have the tenacity to work on potty training for more than two days, so lucky me that that was exactly how long it took my kid to figure it out.
The other big and very recent milestone is Sonja’s move to the big girl bed. This started a couple of months ago when I put her mattress on the floor in an attempt to encourage her to make the switch. She thought this was a great jumping game, but could not calm down enough to go to sleep. Occasionally I’d put it on the floor for her to jump, until one day she asked if she could nap there. I said she could if she actually went to sleep, which she did. She also made it through the night on the floor and the next day’s nap, but the next night she was back in the crib. It continued off and on like this until she decided that under no circumstances was she going back in that crib, and figured out how to stay put at bedtime. Our crib converts into a toddler day bed, so I took the bars off and got a guard rail from a friend so Sonja wouldn’t fall out of bed. The guard rail made it sort of a “crib light,” and after a couple of days she wasn’t interested in that either. The last five nights I’ve been crossing my fingers that she doesn’t fall out of bed. So far so good.
Sonja continues to grow her vocabulary and loves to talk,talk, talk. She can recount her day in detail and she’s a really good mimic. Apparently I use the word “stupid” more than I thought, and I often let out an irritated grunt when something isn’t working the way I want it to. I thought for a few days she got this strange noise from Puss in Boots until I caught myself in the act.
She still isn’t super interested in eating, but we get more days where she is hungrier and she seems to be putting on weight. 23 pounds this time. At this rate, she’ll finally have tripled her birth weight by her third birthday. Incidentally, babies typically triple their birth weight by their first birthday.
Some of her current favorite activities are helping mom bake (especially when there are chocolate chips involved), putting together small puzzles, and jumping. Jumping is the name of the game now that she’s figured out how to do it. She loves to put on a cape and jump off the step from our dining room down into the living room while calling out, “Super Sonja to the rescue!” Moving items from one vessel to another – for instance, from a storage box into a reusable Target bag – continues to be a seemingly endless form of entertainment.
For anyone that missed it on Facebook, we lost Sonja’s favorite stuffed animal named “Kitty,” and Shaun replaced it with an identical one he found on Facebook. It was a tearful reunion in the USA and a very cute video. The epilogue is that original kitty finally turned up at Grandma’s house, so now she has two. However, unlike her mi-mis, she usually only wants one kitty at a time.
We did some fun projects including dyeing Easter eggs for the first time, making decorative sand bottles, and painting her previously hideous maroon closet doors a simple, bright and cheery white, and then applying zoo decals. (Okay, I painted the doors myself, but Sonja insists she helped.)
We also went to the spring fair. Sadly, because we couldn’t find the kiddie-land with all the kiddie rides, we only managed one ride, the carousel. Sonja ignored my gentle encouragements to try a horse and insisted on sitting in the sleigh (bench) again. However a few weeks later on a weekend trip to the Supermall where there is also a merry-go-round, she decided that it was time to give that horse a try. Hooray!
I had heard so much about the terrible twos that when Sonja started throwing epic, flailing fits somewhat recently, I became curious. Was she super late to the terrible twos or was something else up? I had never, ever heard of the “temper-tantrum threes,” but according to the interwebs, that’s a thing. Thanks for warning me, other parents!
So I found this to be a very interesting span of time. I don’t care what anyone else says about time going too fast, I am always ready for the next milestone, and we hit some big ones this time. It’s not like I won’t look back fondly (with a little memory boost from these posts), but I enjoy moving forward.