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Me: so the other day when you were playing pretend, you said you were a girl. Was that just pretend, or are you also a girl sometimes?
TH: I'm a girl sometimes
Me: so you want me to call you "my daughter," and "she" sometimes?
TH: yeah, call me your daughter
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Tried my hand at visible mending. TH was offended that these jeans had holes, so I promised to fix them.
TH liked my work, and asked that the biggest patch be rainbow colored
Happy Pride from my toddler, I guess
TH, showing off the toy from their happy meal: it's a doggy!
SIL: a little goggy?
TH: no, a doggy!
SIL: that's what I said, a little goggy!
Me: don't gaslight my kid.
One of these days, I'm going to slap her.
TH helped me light candles tonight. It was very exciting
I organized TH's bookshelf very deliberately. The bottom shelf, floor level, is for Activity books. Peek a flap, poke a dot, sensory books and similar. Stuff that TH can look at solo and get almost as much out of it as if I read it. The next shelf up is for carboard books suitable for bedtime stories. TH gets to pick one smallish toy and one book each evening, and then after I read the story TH decides which one to keep as a comfort item through the night. Paper books are too easily damaged, so they're not included on the shelf for bedtime stories.
The third shelf up is where the Jewish Children's Illustrated Bible and Sephardic Children's Stories and A Treasury of Jewish Folk Tales and similar are kept, and until recently they were too high for TH to reach.
Tonight, TH reached the third shelf and pulled down the illustrated bible, and asked me to read it. I reminded TH that it's Shabbat, which was met with great excitement. TH picked out the candles from the box in the kitchen, covered their eyes while I said the blessing, and giggled and chanted "Shabba Sha'om!" while I danced and bounced and tossed the babby like a (very heavy) ragdoll. They also gleefully announced "It's Shabbat!" while I was getting the candles set up to light.
And then we read the children's version of Beresheit. TH got very excited over the pictures of animals on the Fifth Day in particular. We almost made it to Gan Eden before the bedtime antsies got too severe, and it was time for TH to lie down and go to sleep.
I think we're going to read from the illustrated bible on Shabbat from now on, expanding our home observance now that TH is old enough to start to appreciate more.
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It's snowing pretty heavily today, and our driveway is an absolute menace in fresh snow, so TH didn't go to daycare and I'm working from home. It's lunch time. Most days, TH's lunch consists of a bunch of little snack things and a couple of sweet things. A "girl meal," or pseudo-lunchable if you will. Today's menu is a fruit and veggie blend pouch, whole wheat ritz crackers, a cheese stick, and some cheese cubes. TH has requested oreos, because chocolate is life.
TH is too young for the "convenience food" discussion, but I still have to communicate that oreos cannot be the entirety of lunch.
So I told TH I'd get them some oreos after the cheese stick and the pouch get eaten, because I want TH to eat some food that will keep their tummy feeling happy longer before I hand over the sweet food. Which was acceptable to TH, and honest enough that I don't feel like I'm lying, and also doesn't polarize the value of the food. The oreos are sweet, the cheese and veggies are good for filling up a tummy.
I really don't want my kid to have as many hang-ups with food as I did/do, and I'm trying my best not to teach them any.
I watched a video yesterday about the rise of mommy bloggers, parent influencers, and "share-nting" that really reinforced my decision not to use TH's real name in any public forum or post their face.
But I'm still going to share funny stories, as long as they're not something that could be identifiable or embarrassing.
Sunday night, TH was eating dinner and Husbff was standing nearby, when Husbff farted. TH scrunched up their face in baby scold and proclaimed the disruption "not nice"
Parenting win: TH scolded me for hugging without prior consent. I told TH they were absolutely right, it was not nice for Imi to hug without asking, and I shouldn't have done it.
And later, when I asked, hugs were freely given.
