This morning at the grocery store, the teen bagging our groceries dared to touch our cart.
You see, two year olds are on high alert for any possession infractions. He crossed a line.
Cedar: MY CART! MY CART!
And she pushed the teen in the kneecaps.
For a moment, he flexed his muscles like he was going to engage. I intervened and we quickly left. However, as I pushed the cart out, Cedar snarls, “Get Your Hand Off!” Because, of course, two year olds not only own everything, they also can do anything.
I had good intentions of blogging Cedar’s birthday last week. I suppose I was busy running interference.
So the sum-up:
The child still sings Bob Marley and asks for the Ai-yai song (Buffalo Soldier) 52 thousand times a day. She’s a groovy lil bit, though, and will boogie to most tunes.
She has a high-pitched scream and a belly laugh. Her voice is husky. She has strong opinions about what is “pretty.”
Cedar prefers to be naked. And will strip anywhere, anytime, given half a chance.
She despises the potty. She hides her stand-alone potty and has chucked her potty seat at my head while screaming “no potty.” That said, if she is naked and needs to potty, she will bring me a “piper” to put on her.
Cedar sleeps through the night and slips into our bed each morning between 5am and 6am.
She still nurses. And I will not wean her until we complete the crazy trip to Asia in Dec/Jan. The other passengers on the 15 hour flight will appreciate my dedication to breastfeeding. And the dramamine cookies I plan to bake.
She reminds me of a sheepdog. She likes things in their place. When she wakes from a nap, she must walk the perimeter. Last week, she woke and immediately noticed that Scott moved his truck while she slept. It was a nightmare! Screaming, pointing, and finally collapsing onto the floor. And she herds other children. If they leave the group, she must nip at their heels until they return to the fold.
The fights between Norah and Cedar are already the stuff of legends.
Eating is a challenge. I struggle to get veggies in her. Especially green ones. Her favorite foods are butter, cream, cheese, mayo, ranch dressing, candy, crackers, cookies. And coffee. I’m trying. Really I am.
While Norah always loved the dentist and the doctor, Cedar plots to assassinate them.
She plunges into lakes without hesitating. Climbs heights. Already plays tricks. Can work an iPad. And recently said, “No Fair!”
Happy Birthday to my spirited, quick, courageous, strong two-year old.