I had the fabulous opportunity at the last minute to go with the 12-18 year old girls in our ward to Zion's Camp in Belfair. It was fun and exhausting. My feet haven't had that much stress on them in many years: I was a kitchen helper. My informal survey revealed that the favorite meal was pasta the very last night, the one and only thing we ran out of all week. Figures!
Today in nursery K. showed off her full-fledged 2-year-oldness by pushing down (hard!) anyone who bugged her. It was mostly younger, but not necessarily smaller children. She has guts! She spent quite a few 2-minute stints sitting on my lap after an offense. By sitting I actually mean wiggling every which way trying to get down. But she never made it off my lap before the appointed 2 minutes.
I decided to help G. have a better experience leaving nursery, so when B.'s dad came to get his happy, smiling boy, I pointed out to G. how happy we can be when it's time to go home with our moms or dads. He smiled and jumped up and down cheerfully, and in walked his dad. He grinned, then frowned, grinned, then frowned, and then yelled at the top of his lungs while his dad carried him off. It was funny! Progress....
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I'm not sure how I feel about this "news". She truly is a force to be had. We were just talking last night about her ummmm personality. We've got to find a whole new game face for her - we are in new territory here. Please let us know if there is anything you want us to do/be doing!
Here's how it goes, KRad: We will handle her in nursery, you handle her everywhere else! I am sure she is in the normal behavioral range for a new big sister.
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