Spring time is Pa Pa (not potty) time

Pook is doing wonderfully!

It's lots of laughs these days at all the things Pook can do. These days I'm really noticing all the things she can do now that seem fairly complicated to me for a 19 month old . Or not. But I'm in amazement every time Pook:

1. Tells a joke
2. Repeats after me (one day she said something like "are you so serious")
3. Knows how to take off/put on a shirt while drinking from her sippy cup
4. Puts herself to sleep at night (don't I have it good)
5. Sings a song that we listen to a lot but I had no idea she was listening (you know it was an amel larrieux cut)
6. Sings ABC's
7. Counts
8. Turns on the computer


and so on.

There are so many almost two wonders to experience right now. One thing she is not doing however, is going potty. And she definitely has the words. She says pee pee and boo boo. And sometimes she says it while she's doing it. BUT when she sits on the potty its like she doesn't get it's a potty. Like why use that when you can just go in your diaper. And this is probably TMI. And according to my parents I'm not consistent enough for her to get it. But whatever.

And speaking of the grandparents, they spent the weekend with us and it was a complete love fest. Pook and my father are in love! They are partners in crime. One can't be without the other. My dad reads to her (and he doesn't even get tired after the 5th or 6th book) they go for walks, they talk to each other all the time, and if there is one moment of silence Pook calls "Pa Pa" just to make sure he is still near. It's really cute, And really kinda amazing.

When I was growing up, I remember my dad always working nights. Which meant he slept during the day. Which means our time for relating was nil. I remember writing notes to my dad and leaving them on the kitchen table when I went to sleep and waking up to find out his reply which was usually monetary cuz that what I was writing for. But now that he's retired it seems as though my dad is open to having a very nurturing and healthy relationship with my daughter. This may sound really psychological and it is a head trip of sorts, but it is all good. My father who is usually building/creating something with his hands when he is most happy seems to have replaced his favorite pastime of golf for Pook. This definitely goes down as something I completely DID NOT expect from motherhood. A new perspective of my father that is all loving, laughs, and tickles is what Pook brings me these days. I have never seem my father smile more than when he is with Pook. This is not and over-statement. It is a truth that has taken thirty years for me to see and get, my father continously and sincerely happy.

We are blessed!