I love that Tessa is at the stage where she is becoming an effective communicator. She tells us when she's hungry, when she's thirsty, when she pooped, what she wants, and where everyone is or should be.
I hate that Tessa is at the stage where she is becoming an effective communicator. She tells us when she's hungry, when she's thirsty, when she pooped, what she wants, and where everyone is or should be.
Yep, that's right. It's the best and worst thing so far about her growing up. If she wants it, it must be RIGHT NAO. If she can't have it, it's a meltdown, of the epic variety. She gets a one track mind about what she wants, and it's not as easy to distract her so she forgets anymore.
If she's hungry and you tell her it's not quite time to eat, she will go to wherever you are and try to physically remove you from the couch, the bed, the tub, the toilet, etc. She will grab your arm, pinch you, whine & cry to get you to eat. If that doesn't work, she'll crawl on the kitchen table.
We also name everything we see at least 50 times a day. For example:
Tessa: Lamp. Broke it. (One time she knocked over the floor lamp and I said she broke it, so now that is the official title of the lamp)
Me: Yep, that's the lamp. You broke it. But daddy fixed it, remember?
Tessa: Daddy fixed it.
At least every 10 minutes.
Tessa: Tessa color
Me: Yes, Tessa. You colored on the ottoman. That's a no-no.
Tessa: :::points to ottoman::: This color. No No.
Tessa: Where's daddy go?
Me: Daddy's bye-bye. He's working.
Tessa: Dada Work. Bye Bye Daddy. ::runs to all the doors to verify he is in fact gone and waves:::
She's also incredibly particular. She knows yes and no so well, she loves telling us her opinion.
Me: Tessa, do you want supper?
Tessa: Supper!! :::runs to kitchen:: "Up please, supper, EAT!"
Me: Ok, I have to cook it.
Tessa: NO! EAT!
Me: Yes, we'll eat. After I cook it.
Tessa: ::meltdown:: EAT! NOW. Supper.
I forsee a long future full of "MOM YOU ARE THE MEANEST PERSON EVER HOW COULD YOU DO THIS TO ME?!?!"