2.5

Avery is now 2.5 years old!

 

Fun fact about 2.5-year-olds. They are simultaneously the funniest little people in the world and the most maddening. Avery is gaining skills, vocabulary and independence by the day and that combination adds up to all kinds of fun. One moment, she wants to do everything herself. The next minute she wants to be carried everywhere and sit on my lap. Changing into clothing for the day? "I need help...NO HELPING ME GET DRESSED." Ok, psycho.

 

They've gotta be funny to hide the crazy.

 

Playing right now consists of getting out every single blanket, pillow and toy on earth. You wouldn't want to miss one, lest there be a square of empty carpet. There appears to be some sort of method to the madness, as she will be playing with a toy or series of toys and all of a sudden run to another room or the toy box and grab a necessary addition to the game. I see no correlation between the objects most times, but what do I know.

 



Celebrating 2.5 with her friends.

 

We went to Sonic yesterday. I thought that after almost a month of not leaving the house except for doctor visits, we deserved a special treat. Plus, Owen wasn't napping and I was hoping he'd fall asleep in the car. Even the promise of ice cream wasn't enough to prevent a screaming meltdown on the way out the door. But we were all smiles when the ice cream arrived.

 

She's adorable. You can't hear her saying, "You're not getting my ice cream, OWEN."

 

We recently converted her bed to a toddler bed, so now she has the powers of escape. She's usually very good about staying in bed, but not always. I tucked her in for her nap today, with Golly (the Dolly) and a few new friends she wanted to sleep with. I told her that if she got out of bed, I was taking away the extra animals.

 

I went down the hall to do the Keep-Avery-in-Bed/Put-Owen-Down-for-a-Nap Juggle. Sure enough, minutes later I hear her door creak open. I go down to her room, and to stay true to my threat, took all of the extra animals, leaving her with only Golly. I told her that if she got out of bed again, I would take Golly away, too.

 

I sit back down in the glider. Crreeeaaak.

 

"Avery! If I have to come down there I'm going to take away--"

 

Thump.

 

 



Before I could even get the words out, she threw Golly out the door. And went back and got in bed.

I thought I was going to die.

She preemptively threw her doll out the door. She decided it was worth the sacrifice to be able to get out of bed one more time.

I went to make sure she was back in bed and she said something about me taking Golly away. I had to try not to laugh. But after that, with no friends left to sleep with, she took her nap like a champ.

So tonight, Alan tucked her into bed so I could finish up something on the computer. I finished it, made a list for the store and had to run upstairs to check to see if we needed toothpaste. I was surprised to see the door to Avery's room open. A full 20 minutes after she'd been tucked in. I was even more surprised when I glanced into our bedroom and saw Avery, propped up in our bed, playing with our iPad. Just chilling. Watching some 'Tube. Again, I had to try not to laugh as I reprimanded her and chased her back to her room. Who knows how many hours she would have watched various versions of "Wheels on the Bus" until she passed out cold.