Hazel will be 22 months old the day after Christmas, and she’s hoping to have figured out how to sew by then. Today she practiced by carefully sticking pins into any recessed areas she could find on my serger. I didn’t want to stop her since it was so cute and she was so happy about it, but I hope she didn’t get any pins into the mechanism. She also removed the thread cones, inverted them, and carefully dropped pins into them.
Then she seemed to be gradually getting better, until Dean spotted goop coming out of her ear on Sunday, and a trip to Urgent Care showed her eardrum had ruptured (it should heal in 3-4 weeks). Now she’s on Amoxicillin and much improved–but STILL has a runny nose.
Hazel also loves nothing more than to help cook, clean, or do laundry. Yesterday I had to remember to go back and retrieve two pairs of Henry’s pants she’d insisted on putting in her dresser. Today she was thrilled when I let her hand me clean dishes from the dishwasher for me to put away, and furious later when I would only let her put dirty dishes into the dishwasher. (It’s very hard to explain the difference between clean and dirty dishes to a toddler, but I think she finally caught on.) And nothing makes her angrier than when anyone takes away a washcloth, dish cloth, tissue, or diaper wipe.
(If only I could combine Hazel’s attitude about housework with Mabel’s skill set.)
Today I sang Hazel the alphabet song, and when I got to the letter “P” she started giggling. It only took me a second to figure out that was because Rose and Henry have taught her that “pee” is a naughty, vulgar word–which means it is a very funny word.