This cover photo is Celeste doing the dishes for the first time, at 23 months old. She was pretty good but soon was just playing, of course.
Her name for Danielle.
While driving back from preschool. I was telling Danielle we might take a detour driving home in order to let Celeste fall asleep (who had her heavy head tilted way over onto her shoulder, looking into space). Danielle suggested we should turn some Christmas music on to help her fall asleep. When Celeste heard us plotting, she perked up and protested “not sleeping!”
Celeste asked to be put into her pyjamas before dinner today (well, she just came out of the bath and pointed to her pyjama drawer). Then, after dinner, once I got Danielle into her pyjamas, she said “Celeste should get changed into her matching pyjamas”. Not wanting any inconvenience, I told her “she’s fine the way she is, come on, let’s go…” but immediately Celeste starts taking off her pyjamas (and Danielle also decided to remove her socks, because her pyjamas had Elsa, from Frozen the movie, on them and “Elsa doesn’t wear socks”. I didn’t follow the logic but didn’t have the fortitude to resist it.) Next thing Celeste is pulling me over to her pyjamas drawer again. I grabbed the pyjamas she wanted, the ones that matched Danielle’s. Once she had them on, she marches onto the living room, telling Ananda and Danielle “My matchies! My matchies!”
Celeste is sometimes downright rotten. Sometimes, if Danielle is playing with something that Celeste knows she won’t share, Celeste comes over and hits her in the head. And if she has a toy bus, she’ll use that too. That’s of course followed by solo screaming, then duet screaming, then a parent separating them. I usually ask Celeste to say sorry, and she is at least good about an obligatory “saarr” (doesn’t add the “y” at the end)
Samantha came over for dinner tonight. Celeste was yammering away saying “saaami… saaaami” But Sam didn’t make it out.
Eventually I pointed it out to Sam, and she was overjoyed to hear it. Celeste kept saying it a lot because she knew how much praise she got for it. Danielle tried to win some attention too by telling knock-knock jokes. (She knows 2: “interrupting cow….moo!” and “cow says… no silly, cows go moo!”)
She kinda knows the “Cow says…no silly, cows go moo!” Joke that Danielle has been repeating ad-noseum. Except her version is just “Cow…no, moo!” Pretty close for a 1 year old. She’s delighted by it anyway.
Today it snowed… Celeste was awe-struck. And we were telling her it was “snowing”. Well, somehow she got “snowing” confused with “Maui”, the character from Disney’s Moana named Maui. So today everytime she saw snow we were hearing about “Maui”.
She gets hurts and hurts others quite a lot.
In these last few days she’s been very interested in colours. At first she would just put at an item of a bright colour (like a crayon, a bright sock, or the special bathtub crayons she has) and say “colour”. Usually this meant she wanted that colored thing, but recently it’s also meaning she wants to know what colour that thing is.
She’s also taken an interest in saying the blessing on the food. She’s good at folding her arms and waiting for everyone to get ready before digging in.
When she says the prayer, Amanda or I will say a phrase of a prayer in order to let her repeat after us, but of course she only half says the last word. So it will often go something like:
Me: dear Heavenly Father…
Me: we thank thee for the food…
Me: please bless it…
Celeste: bless it
Me: In the name of Jesus Christ, amen.
She got thrush recently, which made parts of her tongue turn white and gross and sore. The doctor prescribed nystatin, which is a moth wash which she’s supposed to also drink. It’s pretty sweet, but not really good. At first Celeste was intrigued by it and had it happily, but once she realized this was going to happen whether she was in the mood or not, she turned. She basically learned to spit with nystatin.She also learned the word “medicine (spit!)”… yes, she’d actually spit every time she heard the word medicine or said it herself. We realized calling it medicine was a big mistake: now she loathes all medicine… even the sweet grape kind kids can’t get enough of!Also, she caught Amanda with a bowl of cake on the couch, and happily announced “dessert!”
Recently she’s been saying things like “my pick!” But this time she got the conjugation right. She said this when wanting to choose a “potty game” (game on my phone for when she uses the potty… FYI she uses it periodically)
Meaning something is broken. I taught her this and so near the shame. If you didn’t know, that’s internet slang for broken too
Today, Danielle was saying to her “you’re a silly girl!” To whom Celeste replied “no girl! (Mumble mumble) Celeste!”
For “green apple”. Whoever we drive anywhere, she demands a green apple. We bring a bag of them with everywhere.
Over the past month she’s started stringing words together. I’m not sure if I’d call them sentences, but this one certainly was. She said this about Amanda’s black bean burgers (i think later she described them as “yucky!”… her tastes are pretty fickle.)
At great wolf lodge, Celeste got a new stuffed, rainbow colored owl, which she takes with her everywhere. So it got forgotten, and so we were searching for it and she was afraid it was lost forever.
She loves having pockets and the power they give
She also loves toting around a backpack. She feels like a big girl.
Mangoes, kung-fu, tomatoes, juicy
I’m the queen! (Justification she why she could climb on the couch.)
Why did you say “yo”? (Said to Amanda when she responded “yo” to a request.)
After Amanda told her she had to feed Elise, but she Celeste realized Danielle was in her room playing with PAW Patrol toys.
For baby Elise
When she needs to use the bathroom
Given as the explanation for why she stuffed the entire roll of toilet paper into the toilet… for the second day in a row.
When pretending to sit in the back seat with auntie Sam. In response to “Celeste, let’s be naughty!”
Her spontaneous definition of “backwash”, probably as a response to her backwashing into bottles, and us then saying “oh yuck, well you should finish it then.”
Said from bed, well after bedtime, with her stuffy Lynxy on the floor.
“Oh let’s help him then…”
“No, he stole our stuff. My fish (the preferred stuffy, in bed with her) has magic powers and is bad.”
As she leaves the kitchen while Amanda and I were still in there.
Also “I know about air hugs.”