Tiny 'Lizabeth Stories

We have reached the “no!” phase.  She likes to say no.  The other day, we were coming home from storytime and she was Tired.  So to keep her calm until we got home (three minutes later, we were almost there!), I started singing the ABC song.  It sounded like this “A-B-C-D” “NO” “E-F-G” “NO” “H-I” “NO” “J-K”.  And etc.

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We had playgroup at our house today.  It went really well and Elizabeth loves her friends.  When the first kid arrived, Elizabeth saw him out the window and started banging on the window to get him to come in.

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We got Elizabeth the teeny tiny leather chair from Target.  Matt wanted a chair for her to sit next to him in when he sits in his living room recliner.  (Before, she was sitting on a decorative box, and she thoroughly enjoyed jumping off that box on to him.)  I wanted that chair because it is absolutely adorable and matches our living room furniture.  We also like it because it is too heavy for her to move around easily, so I’ve gotten her convinced that she should leave it where it is.  She loves it and sits very upright and properly in it.

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Everything these days is “big girl”.  She wants to drink out of a “big girl glass” and eat with a “big girl fork.”  (By this, she means a normal human sized glass and fork, like Mama and Daddy.)  She recently renamed her shoes “big girl shoes” and if you ask her if she wants her pink shoes or her black shoes, she shouts “big girl shoes!” and runs off to select either the pink or the black shoes.

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She likes to wear my belt.  She unbuckles it, yanks it out of my jeans, and then insists that I help her put it on.  (It goes around her exactly twice.  If she gets any rounder, I’ll have to buy myself a bigger belt.)  Her favorite time to wear my belt is when she is nakey and wearing only her sparkly Dorothy shoes.

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She still calls herself “Dibits.”  Occasionally, it is “Lilbits”, but normally “Dibits.”   I will be so sad when she learns to say “Elizabeth” properly.  And when she wants something, she tells us “Dibits chair” or “Dibits cookie.”  My favorite is when she hides behind the rocking chair in her bedroom, giggles, and shouts “WHERE DIBITS?”