Yesterday was one of those special days when it was just Chloe and I—no interruptions.
We spent a disproportionate amount of time playing her new favourite game “Hide and Seek.” The game tends to work better when her two older sisters also participate and invite Chloe to join them while hiding as well as being their special helper when they are seeking.
When it’s just the two year old and I, the game takes on a different feel.
Chloe: Mommy, can you count to thirdee?
I’m not sure as it’s not a number I’m familiar with. The truth is, the first round, I counted to thirty which for Chloe to concentrate on anything for a half a minute is a lifetime so I decided she likely meant counting to thirteen would be sufficient.
Chloe: Mommy, did you count to thirdee?
Me: Yes (I think so).
Chloe: Okay. Can you help me into the basket? (pointing to the basket of clean clothes that have not yet found their way into any clean clothes drawers—and perhaps never will).
Me: Okay (hoisting her into the basket)
Chloe: Ready Mommy!
After a few more rounds of me helping her into her various hiding spots including draping a towel over her in the middle of the bathroom floor and on top of her change table which was an impressive climb to watch, it became increasingly more difficult to act surprised when it came time to “find” her.
It was time to attempt the potty once more.
It occurred to me, I have yet to bribe her with anything as yet (rookie mistake) and thought I might break yet another rule from children 1 & 2 and offer up a chocolate almond for results of any kind.
Though she wasn’t able to deliver, I’m pretty sure she blew a sphincter trying to get to the chocolate prize and before you ask if it’s possible to blow a sphincter, I happen to know, it is.
Next we drove to the library and en route, we passed a transport truck. Chloe was quick to point out, “That’s a big truck. He’s carrying monitors.”
Monitors or farm animals, it was just nice to hear where she stands on local transport, a conversation we wouldn’t have had if there had been a car full of kids.
Chloe: Mommy, can I comb your eye bras?
Me: Absolutely, as soon as I google “eye bras” to see if that is in fact part of the human anatomy.
Me (before nap time): Chloe, do you want me to sing Twinkle Twinkle?
Chloe: No, you don’t have to. Bye.
Another great day with another hidden gem.
