Sasha at 2 Years 4 Months Old
Thursday, October 8th, 2009
I'd like to start off this blog with a shout out to my husband of three years- Happy Anniversary! I am the luckiest broad in the whole world to wake up next to you every morning. I get excited and giggly every single time I see your taped-up body and hear some crass sarcastic remark issuing from your mouth. I love your fluttery anxious ways and I hope I get a million more years of such happiness. You will always be my favorite old coot. You will always be the Supreme and Glorious Sun God in Sasha and my eyes. Can you believe how much of a Daddy's girl our daughter is? I have been relegated to Momma: Evil Serving Wench Who Tries to Take Away Everything Fun and Yummy. I can't believe how well I play the role.
If I had written the post one week earlier, I would have bragged about how EASY Sasha has been of late. She hasn't been clingy; at tot town she'll actually play instead of hanging from my neck and moaning pitifully. She's become interested in other kids and will sort of play with them (chasing and jumping on furniture and screaming....that's interaction, right?). The last seven days have been a little tougher. I mean, I try to see it from Sasha's point of view. It would suck to have so little control over everything. Mommy, the big giant meanie, makes her put on clothes, take a bath, brush teeth, eat yucky nutritional food, take naps, etc. The schedule is like that out of a gulag! Mommy decides when she can go out or see people even if Sasha wants to see Beck, RIGHT NOW. Of course, Sasha would want to rebel: splash Mommy over and over until the tub is drained of water....throw huge screaming fits....take 50 minutes to put on one shoe....refuse to eat anything but Mac n' Cheese...Personally, I feel like I let her get away with murder. You want to draw all over your bathtime baby, focusing on the genital area so that it looks like you already need huge amounts of therapy? Fine. It doesn't even matter that the crayon doesn't come out. Don't want me to wipe the copious amounts of dried ketchup off your face? I won't even though we are seeing your Nona in 15 minutes. I just want to enforce the minimum amount of hygeine and care. Is that so wrong?
Sasha has a very decided opinion on how things should be run. Whenever we go to the grocery store, she SHOULD get a cookie and I HAVE to buy pink gum (her current addiction; gum is the acme of all that is desirable). Meals would be much better if they were only Mac N' Cheese and could be eaten in the playroom. In fact, all time in the house should be centered in the playroom (the only place with anything fun to do). Sasha should be allowed to operate the SLR camera, my fancy cellphone, and the computer with NO parental supervision.
But, this is part of being two, right? I should bless my stars that she still wants to cuddle and demands hugs every hour or so. Snuggling with that squirmy body is one of the greatest pleasures. It reminds me of a line in one of her books: "I could eat you up, I love you so". I am so thankful Sasha is so affectionate. I hope it never goes away. I think the rewards of motherhood are that every once in a while you are able to steal a kiss from a grimy neck.
We had quite the fun month what with a trip to San Diego and Beck visiting for a week. We had fun outings with Nona and even dragged Grandpa to the Children's museum (he said he had fun although we tried to beat it before the mad rush of kids). Sasha now thinks that every day should include Grandma, Nona, Beck, Grandpa, the two doggies, and/ or Bobby. At the very least Daddy should stay home.
The weather has started to cool and we are unable to swim in the community pool- a great devestation to Sasha. She still asks hopefully if we could go "sweemeeng???" She continues with her swim lessons and has been bumped up two levels to Clownfish. I had to bribe her to behave with her new instructor. The power of a chocolate chip cookie! Art lessons also go well. She has developed a passion for using scissors so most of her "art" happens to be wads of glue and random construction paper clippings (we rarely make the project described by the art teacher- is my daughter already displaying a knack for outsider art????) Yet, she takes so much pride in her creations and insists on carrying the pieces out to the car BY HERSELF and that I hang them up on her "gallery" wall IMMEDIATELY.
Most of my time is spent listening to her talk and sing and state her opinions. I have to run after her a lot. There is just so much to observe what with the bunnies and the potato bugs and the bridges and street signs and overpass bridges and stores and cactus. I just try to keep up.
