Today, Isabella turns 31 months old. She's officially closer to age three than she is to age two.
She's either calmed down a bit from last month's emotional upheavals, or I'm so exhausted and numb that her "twoness" isn't bothering me as much. The jury's still out on that one. But I have to say that there have been plenty of times over the past month when I've just watched in awe at the remarkable person she's becoming.
Obviously, we live in a house with a lot of noise, most of it made by Luci and Nicholas. It seems one of the babies is always crying (usually Luci), and the crying has become just another background noise, like the hum of the refrigerator or the sounds of my cats' too-long nails tapping across the floor. Sometimes I ask Isabella to help me calm the babies down by showing them a toy, or trying to make them laugh or smile, and several times recently I've come into the family room where we all tend to hang out to find Isabella on her own and without being asked attempting to calm her crying brother or sister with a rattle or by giving them a binkie or covering them with a blanket. I'm not sure quite why, but witnessing these unexpected displays of Isabella's affection toward her brother and sister brings tears to my eyes. I'm just so proud of her.
There's still lots of big emotion going on in her world, and she loves to tell me exactly how big. She's very fond of saying, "I'm really, really, really disappointed/mad/frustrated/scared." One "really" is never enough. But she's also concerned about my emotions. She often turns to me and asks, "Mommy, are you happy?"
She's heavily into playing with the peeing doll I gave her for Christmas. My grandma named her Elizabeth, so Isabella loves pushing her around in her doll stroller and taking her to the imaginary swimming pools that exist in each room of our house. She also nurses her, which is pretty adorable to watch. Of course, she hasn't the slightest interest in the doll's bodily functions, or her own for that matter. We've made no potty-training progress. I've taken to asking her if she would like to wear a diaper or big kid underwear every morning when I get her dressed. I'm crossing my fingers that her interest in wearing underwear occurs sometime before her high school graduation.
One of my friends gave her a Dora book that came with an accompanying CD a few weeks ago, and now Isabella cannot get enough of listening to books on CD. Since she's a fan of playing DJ anytime we're in the car, calling out her song choices every 4.5 seconds from the back seat much to my annoyance, I've found this books on CD thing fabulous. We found that several of her books came with CDs that we never bothered to play, so now anytime I'm in the car with her, I pop one in and...total silence from the backseat. Score!
I'm incredibly sad to report that her napping days are numbered. In an average week, Isabella will nap maybe one or two times. The rest of the time, she sings, talks to herself, and yells, "Mooooommmmy. Come get me!!!!" For awhile, she wouldn't get out of her bed, but eventually she realized she could and we weren't standing outside her door ready to storm in the second her big toe hit the hardwood. Now, we hear her running around in her room, and I'll often come up to get her and find her in bed with a stack of books. There are worse things she could be doing, I suppose, but she still needs this nap, because she gets loud and loony come dinnertime when she hasn't slept. Oh, and yeah. Mama needs her to nap too. Goodbye afternoon nap, I will miss you more than you know.
Current Likes: Sprinkling Parmesan cheese on everything, pizza
Current Dislikes: Keeping her shoes and socks on, having her picture taken