1) Reilly is crazy for bubbles. Whenever she sees the purple bubble container on the kitchen counter, she will say, “Bubble?” over and over until I take her outside to play. The sound of her saying the word is just so cute that I can’t really resist. The thing is, she doesn’t actually blow the bubbles, but instead just likes to stir the wand around and around in the container.
As much as I like this newfound hobby, there are two distinct problems with the bubbles. One, she has a total meltdown every time we take the bubbles away from her, and two, she will rub her eyes during the meltdown and the bubble solution on her hands gets in her eyes, which only furthers the strength of the meltdown.
2) Reilly loves to use the soap in the bathtub. Once she gets into the tub, she will hold out her hand and say, “Uh, uh, uh.” (She doesn’t know the word ‘soap’ yet.) On this cue, I will then squirt some J&J soap onto her hand. At this point, Reilly will tub her hands together, getting a lather up, and then will rub the soap on her belly. When all the soap has come off her hands, she’ll look back to me and say, “Uh, uh, uh.” Wash, rinse, repeat.
3) Reilly can now identify the following body parts if prompted: nose, ears, toes, and bellybutton. Also, if I say, “Where is your boo-boo?” she will point to her knee, which is perpetually scraped.
4) Reilly has put her IQ to work for evil once again, and has now learned how to open the bathroom door. (It is the lever style handle.) Damn, she’s smart.
5) Today when I dropped Reilly off at daycare, she didn’t cry. She just gave me a kiss, I said “bye-bye” and walked out the door. That really made my day. (That, and the Dems winning back the House.)
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