Elizabeth is now 2 1/2 and is as smart and as cute as ever. You usually hear the term “terrible twos,” but they’ve actually been pretty great. It’s been a really fun time with her. She’s growing so much and is just too smart for her own good. She is so independent and is a complete joy to have. This is just a bit about Elizabeth and what she’s been up to in the last year.
The biggest news is that she is now a big sister (and she’ll let you know she is). James was born on July 2. From day 1 she has been so happy to have him. She never gets jealous (unless he takes one of her blankets). She is obsessed with him and a bit too eager to help, but we’re happy to have her. She always wants him to do everything with her, but then she remembers that he’s a little boy right now, but tells him that he’ll be able to play when he gets bigger. Every time we get ready to go somewhere, she always says that she wants to sit next to James in the car. We’ve had to put her car seat next to his in each of the cars, and she is actually helpful. Sometimes she will hold his bottle for us when he needs to eat. She LOVES her brother, and it is such a relief to have such a good big sister.
I work from home, and I hate shaving, so I only ever shave twice a week. A nice perk. So I am usually pretty scruffy. I went to give Elizabeth a good night kiss last week, and she grabbed my face in the process (she likes to be a weirdo when giving kisses). After, she said “Dad, you have a cactus on your face!” Who knows where she came up with that, or how she even learned what a cactus is, but it was pretty funny. She hadn’t really said anything until tonight, when I gave her a goodnight kiss. After, she said “Ew Dad, your face is a cactus. When I get bigger and older, I’ll have a cactus like you!” I told her not to worry, that only dads get a cactus on their face, and her face will always be smooth. She was happy about that.
So I am a Foo Fighters fan. Anyone that knows me knows this. I have the best shirt of Dave Grohl (lead singer of the Foo Fighters), thanks to my brother-in-law Elliot. He got this for me for Christmas 2 years ago. My favorite shirt ever. There are no pics of it online so I’ll upload one later. Anyway, I was wearing it while bathing her a few nights ago. She pointed to it and asked “What’s that, Dad?” I told her “It’s Dave Grohl.” She responded, “No, that’s the Foo Fighters!” One of the proudest moments of my life. Parenting done right!
I’ve really gotten used to spoiling her, but just in the little things. I try not to go overboard because I don’t want her to think she can have anything she wants at any time. But I want her to know I will do anything for her and show her I love her. Every night when it is time for bed and time to go upstairs, I have her get her blankets, pillow, and anything else she wants. I then get her and carry her upstairs. She will not go upstairs by herself. It’s pretty cute, but I love carrying her up because she gets so excited. She really likes it when I have James in one arm (2 1/2 month old baby right now) and her in the other. Well tonight it was time to take her up, and she was waiting for me. I told her to go up 2 steps so I could get her easier. I told her to keep going. She was literally at the 2nd to the last step from the top when she realized what I’d done, so she slid all the way to the bottom and waited for me. Stubborn little girl.
Elizabeth is a little fish. She LOVES to swim and is not afraid of the water. She is pretty dang cute in a bathing suit too. Well everywhere we go, whether it’s the pool, a splash pad, the tub, the shower, or ANYWHERE with water, she has to drink it. We’ll even be in Church and she’ll leave to “go potty” 5 times, only to get a drink. And if we ever get a drink, she HAS to have a drink because, as she says, she is “soooo firsty!”
We’ve given Elizabeth the nickname “Biffy”. There are a few reasons for this. She is pretty clumsy, gets that from me, and she biffs it a lot. Usually it’s because she is walking or running and looking anywhere but where she is going. Also, one of the first pronunciations of her name was “Yibiff”. It is now “Yibit”. But we took that and now we call her Biffy. Perfect nickname for her. She and I like to have our own little things we do with each other, and one of them is I’ll say something, then she’ll say something, and it gets louder and more intense as it goes on, until we’re both giggling. One thing I did recently was say “B-b-b-b-biffy”. Her immediate response to that was “B-b-b-b-daddy!” I’ll even say “J-j-j-j-james,” and she’ll say “B-b-b-b-james.” She’s a cuuuute little girl.
I am a really big BYU fan, and college football just picked back up. On game day we always dress in our BYU shirts and say “B-Y-U!” or “Go Cougars!” So randomly throughout the week she’ll come up and start chanting “BYU, BYU!” Parenting done right.
Elizabeth is just growing up too fast. She is extremely independent and already potty trained (been for some time). She has her little girl potties, but she insists on going in the regular toilet, which is great for me so I don’t have to pour it out and wash it out. Only problem is once she takes her pants and underwear off, they usually stay off, or she’ll just put her underwear back on. We have the house locked down pretty good, except for the back door. It’s a sliding door, and she’s figured out how to unlock it and open it. Well after going potty one day, she put her underwear back on (thankfully), went out the back door, and out in the front. It just so happened that most of our neighbors were driving by during the 2 minute period, and pretty much everyone saw her.
There are just too many funny things she’s done. Some of the other things she’s said and done in the past, in no specific order, are below:
- To Uncle Henry: “Henry, you’re ridiculous!”
- To Hank, Mimi’s and Papa’s dog: “Dammit Hank!” (I need to watch my mouth around her)
- To Mimi: “Mimi, you want to go to Disneyland with me?” She asks her that pretty much every time she sees her.
- When you say “Who’s girl are you?”, she always answers “Mimi’s girl.” I’ve tried and tried to get her to say “Daddy’s girl” but that doesn’t happen.
- She’s independent, and when she does something that a big kid does, she never says “I’m a big girl.” Instead, she always says “I’m a big sister.” She is really happy about this.
- I have a pair of mocassin-type slippers. I was wearing them, so they were out. She got them and brought them to me and asked if Grandpa gave them to me.
- She is OBSESSED with SpongeBob Square Pants (and rightly so. I’m glad for an excuse to watch it!) Anyway, she has these little plastic burger pieces for her kitchen. She piled all the stuff up and brought it to me and asked if I wanted a Krabby Patty. I will never turn down a Krabby Patty.
- In the morning she wakes up, takes off her pull up and PJs, and gets herself dressed. Usually involving a skirt. She then goes downstairs, turns on the TV, and gets a snack. She then insists that I make her some eggs, and when we’re all out she demands I go to the store to get eggs. For that matter, any time I or Jordan go to the store, she tells us to get eggs.