My blog is like my life journal that I hope my girls will look back on when they’re older (and care, hopefully) to catch a glimpse into our everyday life. It feels so random and scattered at times. I post recipes because I love baking and cooking, mommy rants because my head is always spinning with all the craziness of mom life, clothes/bows/books/toys I love for my kids, home renovation updates, kid updates…if it’s on my mind, I’ll write about it. I’ve kinda given up on giving my blog a direction or “niche”, because who cares.
I feel like I have to dedicate a whole post to the things Phoebe says on a regular basis because the things that come out of her mouth are hilarious, cute, and I don’t want to forget it.
Phoebe is 2.5 years old and has had amazing speech and communication skills for a long time now. Her first word was “bear” at just 10 months old. When I look back at my videos from her first year, I am amazed at how well she could communicate. She could sign the words more, all done, milk, and I love you by the time she was 8-9 months old, and understood how to use her voice to get attention, entertain people, and get what she wanted.
She learns exceptionally well through music. After listening to a song a couple times, she has it memorized and will remember it forever. She started singing the ABC’s when she was 14 months old and would always hum the tune and the first few letters. By the time she was 16-17 months old she could sing the whole song! I know, every parent thinks their child is a genius but really, I am sure Phoebe will be in Mensa before kindergarten.
From 18 months and beyond, her communication skyrocketed. Her vocabulary was insane and way beyond the average for her age. I lost track of how many words she could say by the time she was 18 months old. Once she was 1.5 years old, she began stringing sentences together and could communicate basic needs and observations.
These days, she’s a non-stop blabbing and singing, happy-go-lucky toddler, that will introduce herself as “Seebee, I’m 2.”. When we play together with Eloise, she’ll look at me and say, “Aww, she’s such a good boy.” with such admiration, it just kills me! Whenever I tell Phoebe to share her zoo toys with Eloise, she has figured out that giving Eloise the creepy groundskeeper still counts as sharing and she says, “Oh come on Eloise, you can just be the groundskeeper!” But, it sounds more like “Come on Et-oh-weez, you can juss be da gwounds-keepah!”.
When she wants something, she will always try to be as polite as possible and say, “Mommy, can I like to have a piece of chocolate?” or whatever it is that she wants. Her favorite thing to do is watch little nursery rhyme music videos on her tablet and she has all of them memorized. She knows more than I do. I try not to let her play with the tablet, but she knows that if I tell her no she can go up to Papou and ask him in the sweetest little voice, “Papou, have you seen tabby? Can I pway wif tabby, pweeeez?”. She’s got life figured out, I tell ya.
Every morning when we all wake up together, the first things out of her mouth are, “Hi mommy. Did you have a good nap?”. Followed by, “Should we go downstairs now? I need a ba ba on da couch.”. She is definitely a creature of habit and loves her morning routine of cuddles on the couch with a “nice, wohm (warm) ba ba.”. Any time Eloise wakes up from a nap, she runs in the room, jumps on the bed and yells, “Wakie, wakie baby sistoh, wakie, wakie!”. Also, whenever she sees any pictures of Eloise in the hospital with her white newborn hat on, she says, “Look at baby sistoh. It’s the pope.”, because she associates any white hat with the pope. She loves the pope, don’t ask me why. Whenever he’s on TV, she yells, “The POPE!”.
Over the last few months, Phoebe has started to mimic my tone and expressions. For example, she will play with her dolls and all of a sudden I’ll hear her start reprimanding one of them, “You go in time out NOW!”, or “Get ovah here wight NOW!”, and I feel like I probably sound like the meanest mom out there. On the topic of mimicking, she knows how to use the word shit in perfect context, but we have slowly broken her of that bad habit, although from time to time she’ll look at me when something has gone wrong in her mind and say, “Oh my shit.”, (since we told her she wasn’t allowed to say oh my God or shit, she combined the two phrases together) and burst into laughter. I can’t help but laugh too.
More recently, she will randomly tell me she loves me, which is like the grand slam of parenting. Whenever she runs up to me for a big hug and says, “I love you, mommy” is all I need to make my heart burst with joy. Life with a 2 year old has its challenges, but I will never be able to get enough of the cute, silly, and innocent things she says! I wish I could freeze this moment of time with her, but for now my 4,953 video clips of her will have to do.
How I love my Phoebe Lou.