We've moved Addie into the queen-sized bed in the guest room in preparation for trying to sell the house (and thus cutting down on visible kid stuff, like her little toddler bed). She was growing out of the toddler bed, anyway, so it made sense to move her into the bigger bed and the bigger room, where there is also more space to play.
Major business seems to be conducted in Addie's room, particularly during those naptimes or evenings where she's not particularly tired. She doesn't have much but her books and stuffed animals in there, but she manages to make it sound as if she's heaving sacks of dead warthogs against the walls. There is much great thumping and bumping.
There is also a lot of rattling of the doorknob, and cries of "Mommydaddymommydaddymommydaddy I did a big yucky poop!" Which we are more than happy to respond to: I'll sprint to her room to prevent more poop fingerpainting.
But lately, she's been summoning us for less urgent matters. For example, last night, she was rattling the door and calling for mommydaddy; when Eric opened the door, she looked at him and said, "Daddy? Walk and talk rhyme."
Newsflash, friends. Walk and talk rhyme. Our two-and-a-half-year old (whom we smugly call "baby genius," when we're not calling her "annoying") is kept awake at night thinking of words that rhyme. Future poet? Lyricist? Insomniac? Only time will tell.
Addie has also been very interested in being helpful lately--she wants to help make dinner, clean the kitchen floor, fetch Nolie toys, and so on. Addie especially likes handing me my towels as I'm getting out of the bath. The minute she hears me pull the plug, she's standing there (she appears like--who was it, on The Addams Family, Uncle Fester?--out of thin air, scaring the crap out of me sometimes) with a towel in hand. It's like having my very own pint-sized butler.
Anyway, I was toweling off today and Addie pointed at my crotch and asked, "What's that?" "Uh, hair," I told her. She moved around to the back and gave my butt a few good whacks. "Mommy? This is all bumpy and lumpy!"
I had to laugh because, well, she's right. My butt is bumpy and lumpy. And she said it without any judgment, just as an observation, so I appreciated that. It's a reminder to just observe myself without judment now and then, too.