Compliments
Julia has been thanking us and complimenting us some lately, which makes taking care of her more enjoyable. Here's a funny one that happened this morning:
Julia was playing in our backyard pool and needed to pee, so I let her squat in the yard (she thinks that's really fun). I noticed that she had put her foot directly in a trail of ants, so while she was peeing, I swatted ants off her. Then I picked her up and dunked her legs in the pool to wash them off. After that she was ready to go in, so I wrapped her in a towel and carried her in.
While I was carrying her, she patted me on the back and said, "You're a good mama. You take good care of me. You can take care of me every mile when there are ants crawling on me."
2 1/2
Monday was Julia's "half day." I decided I wanted some video footage so we could remember what she's like at 2 1/2. What I got is fairly typical of her - jumping on her bed and singing. (When she makes up songs, they don't have many intelligible words in them.)
(And at the end of the video, she says her famous, "Now I have to go potty. My bottom in energy."
New Stats
Julia's two-year-old doctor appt was yesterday - only six months late.
30 lbs, 36 inches, 60's percentiles (definitely not that chunky baby in the 90's anymore!)
She's grown 2 inches and gained 2 1/2 pounds in the last nine months.
The doctor made us proud parents by raving about her verbal skills and said she gives off "3-year-old vibes."
Peaches, year three
We didn't have very good luck again at the orchard this year; most of the big ripe peaches had been picked. I saw some perfect ones high up that I wanted, so Trevor and Julia got them for me. (We did get some nice, juicy, sweet ones.)
And here's last year's peaches post, along with a link to the first year's.
20 months later
Last week when I was going through a box of baby clothes to lend out, Julia found her first Halloween costume (that she wore at 8 months old!) and wanted to try it on. It still fit, but just wouldn't snap between her legs.
Here she is at 8 months old wearing it.
Numbers
Julia counts - well, like a two-year-old. She sort of gets it but still has a long way to go. Two examples:
When she means "two," she usually says "three." One day this week I was pushing her in her swing with one hand and holding/reading the newspaper with the other hand. She said, "Momma, I want you to push me with all your three hands."
Here's a conversation she had with a woman at the park yesterday:
Woman: Are you three?
J: No, I'm two.
Woman: Do you have any brothers or sisters?
J: Yes.
Woman: How many?
J: I have one, two, three-foe-fie-si-seven-ei-nine...eleven!
Woman: Wow! You have eleven brothers and sisters?! Your mom sure started young!