My daughter told me, “I big girl” last night.
I had to laugh.
Now, if only she’d use the big girl potty, da’s life would be joyous.
I’m still really amazed by the language skills she’s been picking up lately. Just because Michelle and I are the only people who understand a words she says, doesn’t mean anything. Rowan’s sentence structure is improving from one syllable words to multisyllable words and sentences. My own mother pointed out that Ro was adopting an unusual understanding for two years old — she says “I hungry” rather than “me hungry”. She refuses to say her own name, but, if you think about it, the phonetics of Rowan require a mish-mash of dexterity of the mouth. Ask her to say her name and she shyly tells you, “Nooooo”.
Rowan is also amazingly good at counting and recognizing her letters. At two, she can count to three in English and Spanish. I’m proud of my little girl, can’t you tell?
As always, her recent doctor’s visit proved out that she is growing at a termendous rate. Better than 97th percentile. To be honest, she is off the charts for weight and height. Rowan is 36 lbs. and 36.5 inches tall. People regularly ask us if she is three and are surprised to find she is only two.
Having a daughter is so cool.