LB Update, Just Because

BIT gets updates every month so you guys know what she’s up to, but I haven’t done a post just about the Littlest Brewster in quite awhile. So I figured I’d correct that oversight and give you a run down on what she’s up to now.

Size: LB had a serious growth spurt last summer and shot up nearly 3 inches in just a few months. Since then, her growth has pretty much tapered off and she’s around 37 inches tall. (Crazy to think that my nephew Adrian – who just turned 2 – is already 36 inches tall. He’s going to be a giant.) Her weight has been a fairly steady 35 pounds for nearly a year. Most of the time, she’s in 3T or 4T clothes, though her 2T jacket from last winter fits fine. And she’s up to size 8 shoes now.

Sleeping: LB still takes one nap a day, usually from 12:30 to 2:30 or so. The bedtime routine starts around 7:30 every night, ending with her tucked in by 8. She could probably stay up later, but I need a little time to myself at the end of the day and I think that 8 is a perfectly reasonable bed time for kids up to the age of 5, if not older. She’s usually up for the day by 6:15, though some weekends we’ll actually get lucky and she’ll sleep until 6:45.

Potty Training: The number one reason to pay an exorbitant amount of money for a really high quality daycare: potty training. We had the tiny potty and had made a few stabs at getting the Littlest Brewster to go on it, which were successful, but we had never made a sustained and concerted effort to getting her going just on the potty, 100% of the time. The Littlest Brewster had been in Pull-Ups since January but really didn’t seem bothered by being wet or dirty and showed no real inclination to change to underwear. One day in July, her daycare teacher asked us to send her in underwear the next day because she thought LB was ready. So we did.

And thus was the Littlest Brewster potty trained.

Now, there were definitely some accidents and some set backs. On the trip to the beach in August, we had to go back to Pull-Ups because she was just too excited to remember to go potty. But once we got back, bam! Back in undies.

I think a big part of it had to do with seeing all of the other kids in her daycare class (who were all a little older than she) going pee pee on the potty. And another big part had to do with this little shit in her class, I mean, little girl in her class who verbally shamed LB for peeing in her pants like a baby. Nothing like peer pressure at the age of 2. (For the record, none of the adults saw or heard this. LB told me once or twice that said little girl called her a baby for peeing on herself. And I wanted to go all mama bear and smack the little girl on LB’s behalf, but as LB is not always the most reliable historian, I didn’t pursue the matter) And I’m sure part of it had to do with BIT’s arrival and LB wanting to be a big girl, not a baby like her sister. Whatever the reasons or motivation, we lucked out and potty training was essentially painless and very very quick. Don’t hate me too much, please.

Things I Don’t Want To Forget: There are some things about this age that LB does or says that I just don’t ever want to forget. For instance, the way she says “Lellow” and “Wallermelon” and “Paybe.” Just the other day, DB asked her if she wanted something and she goes, “I sure do!” Where did she get that?

I absolutely adore the fact that she thinks her thumb is her “eight finger.” She can hold up the correct number of fingers from1 to 5, but ask her to hold up 8 and out comes her thumb. Putting on gloves, we’ve got to get the eight finger in the correct hole first and foremost. She slays me with cuteness.

I don’t want to forget how good and sweet she is with BIT. She really, really loves her sister. She’s constantly hugging her or playing with her or trying to make her laugh. She told me the other day that she wishes we had two babies at our house. We’ve been so lucky and have really avoided (so far) most of the jealousy and anger that people warned us about.

I love that LB likes to put pants on her head and call herself the muffin man. Or how empathetic she is and if I happen to be having a bad day, she’ll try to comfort me and tell me “Don’t be sad mama.” Or that she’s started to make up songs, all by herself, about the most random stuff. Because who doesn’t want to sing about eating dinner and picking your nose and the cows in the field?

Things I Can’t Wait To Forget: I can’t wait until LB grows up and gets past the “toddler taking a million years to do a simple task” phase. I know that the world is a wonderful and magical place but that doesn’t mean it takes 20 minutes to put on a sock. Unless you’re LB and then you have to put the sock on your hand and then on your other hand and then on your sister and then you need to run around a bit and then you should insist that those aren’t “daytime socks” and you need different socks and then you should pout that mean ol’ Mommy is making you wear the ones she picked out instead of the ones you wanted and then you should maybe, just maybe, think about giving your mom a break and actually put on the damn sock. And then you should repeat the process with the other sock and then again with each shoe, drawing out the process as long as humanly possible until your mother is counting down the minutes to bedtime and it’s only 6:45 in the morning.

And I swear it seems (to me at least) that the Littlest Brewster is extra sassy with and doesn’t listen to me. It seems (to me at least) that when the DreadBrewer or her daycare teachers ask LB to do something, she hops to and does it, whereas I get whining and ignoring and downright disobedience. I know part of it is that I have extremely high expectations for her. And that part of it is that a lot of the time I spend with LB is at the end of the day when we are both tired and short on patience. But it has been a source of some consternation to me lately (that’s the understatement of the century there).

Random other things: LB has really taken to this program they run at her school called TumbleBus, so we’ve signed her up for that. I was looking into a “real” gymnastics class if that’s what she wanted to do, but opted instead for this as it’s a) less expensive and b) it doesn’t involve any extra commitment for us in terms of driving, weekend time, etc. I figure that when she gets a little older, we’ll sign her up for gymnastics or dance or soccer or whatever sport she says she wants to try.

She’s also fully into the toddler phase of asking a bajillion questions. “Daddy, do you like monsters? Do you like big monsters? Do you put monsters in your hair? Look at the cows! They look cold. Do you think they’re cold? Where are their jackets? Is that Coveny’s farm? Where is Coveny? Does she have chickens? Where are the chickens? There was a big dog there. I didn’t like him. Do you like dogs?” The sheer randomness of her questions boggles the mind. How does driving down the road to Harris Teeter prompt questions about sharks?

Also, every day when the DreadBrewer picks the girls up from school, LB asks him if he had lunch today and if he ate all of it. This is not out of concern for his health and well-being, but rather out of the hope that he won’t have finished his lunch and will have a snack or something to share with her. We’ve actually taken to calling her our little locust, as the kid can eat. “I’m hungry” is probably one of the top 5 phrases to come out of her mouth on a daily basis. (For the record, if she says she’s hungry, we will usually let her have something like fruit or a string cheese provided it’s not right before dinner. And if it’s not obviously just a tactic to delay bedtime. We’re still kind of jerks vigilant about excess sugar and sweets and other unwholesome foods, but we’ll let her fill up on the healthier things.)

The Littlest Brewster loooooves books and has a lot of her favorite stories memorized. I’ve got videos of her “reading” The Spooky Old Tree to herself before bed or reading stories to BIT. She doesn’t actually recognize letters yet (she thinks every letter is P) but I’m not worried about it. As far as “kindergarten ready skills”, she knows all of her colors and most of her shapes and she can count to 20 or so, but actual written number recognition is pretty hit or miss. I’ve read that in France they don’t even worry about letters or numbers until their kids actually start kindergarten (and obviously the nation as a whole is not illiterate), so I’m not going to stress and start drilling her with flashcards.

That’s pretty much it. Well, actually, it’s not, not by a long shot, but that’s most of the stuff I can remember off the top of my head. And about the limit of what you all are willing to read. I’ll just have to update more frequently and then I won’t have so much to cram into one post, eh?

At "our park"

At “our park”

Doing her "homework" for daycare

Doing her “homework” for daycare

Reading to herself

Reading to herself

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