The things she says.
Her actions.
Her train of thoughts.
Just last evening, I cut my finger while trying to cut an onion. I don't know why the knife can't differentiate those two but I got myself a slit on my finger and thank goodness my right hand knew better so it pulled the knife away before it got more bloody.
J does dinner preparation with me now so she was just beside me when it happened.
She didn't see my cut but was a little taken aback when I kept asking her to get me my bottle of lavender. I know she knows where I kept it ; I'm not sure if she knows which bottle it is.
A while later, she returned to the kitchen with a bottle of essential oil in her hands. "Here it is."
She must have taken a while to identify which bottle it was.
I'm so glad she got the right one.
She helped me apply pressure on my cut upon my request, and located the plasters for me.
Thank goodness (once again), she knows where those are too.
J used to be afraid of plasters, but she handed the box to me coolly. Then told me that she can "hi-five" the plaster because she is all grown up now. Then, in a very concerned tone, she asked, "Are you better now, mama?"
I was torn between giving her a tight hug and crying, because at that moment, my two-year-old felt so grown up
I gave her a hug.
Today, I had grand plans of having a nice shower while she naps but the nap didn't happen.
I tried my luck and told her to stay in the playroom while I take a shower. I suggested that she could read. When I walked past the room, I peeped in and saw this.
I returned to the same view after my (rather long) shower.
Tonight when The Husband was in the bath and I was trying to have dinner, J headed to the playroom. She was done with hers. I tried to persuade her to stay with me while I ate but she said,
"I'll be fine alone, mama, I have my animal friends."
And as I ate, I heard her reading out loud.
It did sound very interesting, and it continued till I was done with dinner.
She was really fine on her own.
So grown up.
A while later, she returned to the kitchen with a bottle of essential oil in her hands. "Here it is."
She must have taken a while to identify which bottle it was.
I'm so glad she got the right one.
She helped me apply pressure on my cut upon my request, and located the plasters for me.
Thank goodness (once again), she knows where those are too.
J used to be afraid of plasters, but she handed the box to me coolly. Then told me that she can "hi-five" the plaster because she is all grown up now. Then, in a very concerned tone, she asked, "Are you better now, mama?"
I was torn between giving her a tight hug and crying, because at that moment, my two-year-old felt so grown up
I gave her a hug.
Today, I had grand plans of having a nice shower while she naps but the nap didn't happen.
I tried my luck and told her to stay in the playroom while I take a shower. I suggested that she could read. When I walked past the room, I peeped in and saw this.
I returned to the same view after my (rather long) shower.
Tonight when The Husband was in the bath and I was trying to have dinner, J headed to the playroom. She was done with hers. I tried to persuade her to stay with me while I ate but she said,
"I'll be fine alone, mama, I have my animal friends."
And as I ate, I heard her reading out loud.
It did sound very interesting, and it continued till I was done with dinner.
She was really fine on her own.
So grown up.
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