Last week, I was shopping at Babies R Us for a bunch of baby-proofing things for Elizabeth’s room now that she’s out of her crib and has free reign of the room.Â (She hasn’t gotten out of bed yet without someone coming to get her, but it is only a matter of time, I’m sure.)Â I was checking out and the cashier looked at Elizabeth and said “you are very pretty!”Â Elizabeth gets told this sort of thing a lot (I’d estimate that about half her public comments are for being pretty in general and the other half are for having pretty hair) and she doesn’t appreciate strangers talking to her.Â She typically screams “NO” at the strangers when they dare to speak to her.Â We are working on this because I want her to be polite, but it is a work in progress.Â Anyway, the cashier told her she was pretty.Â She screamed “NO!Â I NOT PRETTY!”Â The cashier said “oh?Â You aren’t pretty?”Â Elizabeth shrieked “no, I not!Â I am BEAUTIFUL.”
A couple of days ago, Elizabeth and I were taking a shower together.Â She was playing with the soap and having a delightful time washing herself.Â “Look, Mama!Â I am washing my belly!Â Now I am washing my legs!”Â Then she rubbed her eyes, even though I had been telling her not to.Â As her hands had soap all over them, she got it in her eyes.Â She rubbed harder.Â She started shrieking.Â So I did the only thing there was to do.Â I took the handheld shower head and sprayed her directly in the face.Â She was deeply insulted.
Two nights ago, Elizabeth was having trouble falling asleep, so Matt went into her room and laid down in her bed next to her.Â She said something like mumble mumble Doda.Â (Doda is her doll, if you recall.)Â Matt asked her what she was saying.Â She repeated mumble mumble Doda.Â This went on two or three more times.Â Then he says that she lifted her head of her pillow and said very clearly “I will say it louder.Â Daddy, you are squishing my Doda.Â Get off her.”