cold bathwater

When you were younger, you loved baths and would stay in there for quite a while, though you absolutely hated (and still do) to get water on your face or head at all.  Around 2 1/2, a switch seemed to flip and you suddenly wanted nothing to do with baths.  We had to nearly beg you to get in, and you always got mad and screamed at mommy when she attempted to wash your hair.  Lately, you are back to liking baths and staying in there for a long time.  Along with the recovery of bath enjoyment is that you  really like the water flowing from the tap...to the point that you never want to turn it off.  Tonight you really surprised me by actually requesting to take a bath; of course, I obliged, and you stayed in there a long time.  You are VERY picky about which toys are acceptable in the tub lol.  For example, I offered the yellow duckie and you very sternly refused, but a blue plastic bowl, that was happily allowed.  Going back to the water--you also have a preference for cold water.  I can understand not wanting it very hot, but you seem to think it's summer in the bathroom or something, preferring water that feels much like a swimming pool temp.  This evening, I thought you had drained the tub when you finished (I heard it) and didn't bother to check.  When we were getting you ready for bed (a good 4 hours post-bath), I took you to the bathroom to have you use the toilet before bed and discovered that you had not entirely drained the tub (about an inch and a half depth remained).  I asked you to drain the water the rest of the way.  You took this to mean, "Get back in the tub and play for another half hour, who cares what temp the water is?"  I really thought the water would be too cool for you, but no, you were quite content to splash around and have a grand old time with it, so we let you burn out the rest of your energy this way :)

Cookie monsters

Today's big event was making cookies with mommy.  Yes, it's true, you have inherited my love of sweets, cookies included; selection du jour: family recipe drop sugar cookies.  These are so super addictive, it's ridiculous.  Of course, you were my little kitchen helper as usual.  When I told you we were going to make cookies, you said, "Use the mixer!"  Yep, trained already ;)  You even know the name brand on it lol.  You read "baking soda" when I pulled that down from the cabinet, you understand what it means to measure (still haven't got you to recall "leveling", though), and you love to put the ingredients in the bowl to be mixed.  Today you also got to help with sifting--did a great job of it, too.  As you have done for quite sometime, you imitated the sound of mixer as it ran (this still cracks me up, no matter how many times I've heard it before).
In other recent news, you have started to use the potty while standing in front of it instead of sitting on it (you still do the latter, too).  You are much better at singing your ABC's now, except you just can't get that L-M-N-O-P part down (you usually end up with L-N-O-O-P or something along those lines).

two beaucoups

A quick post of highlights of the first weekend of November:
Yesterday, you were a big helper.  Mind you, you normally are a good helper, but yesterday, you did it often and while helping us unload the dishwasher, you declared, "Avery helping!"  You really were, too.  You also tried to help me with cooking, which was going well until you pushed a little too hard on the pan and sent it tumbling to the floor.  It bumped your feet, but not hard enough to even bruise.  Some kissies from daddy and mommy and you were back to helpful mode quite soon after.
You also tried to help mommy with switching out the decorations from Halloween to Fall/Thanksgiving--had to watch you on that because you still don't get the concept of 'fragile' ;)
Today we went to Meijer (which you still pronounce closer to "Maui") and you were very good there.  Lately you like to ride on the end of the cart (thank you Grandma Judy for teaching you that lol) and get very upset if we put things in the cart instead of you.  Even if we try to sneak an item in while you are distracted, you spot it after the fact and insist on removing the item and putting it back in yourself.
At home, you played in the sink (again--did this yesterday, too) and got your sleeves wet (again).  You also wet your underwear, which is the first time that has happened since we've been trying to get you used to it instead of diapers.
At bedtime, as usual, we always say "Je t'aime beaucoup" (I love you) to you; what cracks us up is that you will quantify it and inform us that it's "two beaucoups!"