Big Girl

At sixteen months, we have definitely reached toddlerhood – by which I mean emotionally. Penny wants to be a big girl so badly these days. Her new favorite word is “no.” She refuses to drink from her sippy cup and will only drink from a grown-up cup. She gets frustrated/mad if you try to make her use her cup, but she can’t drink from a regular cup without spilling everywhere, so she gets frustrated that way. I let her have a cup in her bath though so she is practicing drinking with one where it doesn’t matter if she spills it.

She doesn’t want to sit in her highchair either. So we’re going to get her a booster chair for Christmas. I think she’ll like sitting at the table like a big girl.

Oh, I know this is only going to get worse, but she is such a handful sometimes right now. She also tons of fun too.

One good thing is her ability to verbalize what she wants. She can tell me what she wants a lot of the time and she seems to thrive on routine – frequently letting me know stuff like it’s time for her bath (“baff!” or sometimes she goes all out with, “Baff. Bubbles. Tub!”) if I take too long cleaning up after supper. It’s nice not to have to guess at what she wants all the time.