Claire's World
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Wednesday, February 26, 2003 ( 4:53 PM ) Greg Griffith :::::::::::::::::::: Yesterday was a BIG day in Claire's world. After dinner is when she's most often struck by creative urges. Out come the crayons and paper. She scribbles while SDG and I finish eating. Well, after a few minutes she pipes up and says, "Rainbow!" SDG and I look, and here's what we see: 
Now, I drew the purple arc, but only after she had drawn the orange and yellow arcs, and the red arc on the side. We don't know if this is particularly remarkable for an 18-month old, but we're sure impressed. Also, Claire ACTUALLY TINKLED IN THE POTTY last night - twice! And again this morning! -- # Wednesday, February 19, 2003 ( 11:18 PM ) Greg Griffith :::::::::::::::::::: Some of Claire's latest sentences: "I drawing Crayons" "Hey Irv, hey Seven" (her morning greeting to the cats when they come in for breakfast) "I watch Pooh bear movie" "Woody sad" (when Sheriff Woody from Toy Story 2 agnonizes over his decision to stay with Jesse, Bullseye, and Stinky Pete) "I dancing" (by "dancing" she means spinning around in circles) "Ajoo ajoo ajoo" (she wants to watch the scene in "Sound of Music" where the children sing their goodnights... "Adieu, adieu, to you and you and you...") And tonight, for the first time ever... "Tinkle potty? Tinkle potty?" Mirabile dictu! This is huge, folks... gigantic... colossal. After 18 months, changing diapers becomes as much a part of your life as TV and doing laundry. It seems that it's always been there, and always will be there. Well, tonight (I was in an edit, so I'm passing this along, so to speak, from SDG) after her bath, naked as the proverbial jay bird, Claire ran to the corner of the rug in the study, and with a mischievous grin, said "Tinkle potty? Tinkle potty?" SDG scooped her up and took her to the potty and sat her on it. Claire grinned and looked down into the water several times, but did nothing. This is not a failure. This is progress, and at 18 months, blessed progress. -- # |
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