Jade at 2 minus one week

24 Jan

Jade will be turning two in less than a week! It’s hard to believe she’s already reaching her second birthday, and yet it seems like forever since she was the little lump of fuzz who couldn’t even hold up her own head. (It also requires heroic efforts not to think about the fact that she doesn’t have any siblings yet, but I will avoid that path today.)


In the last couple of weeks I’ve been getting lots of pictures of Jade crying. She may be perfectly happy and entertaining herself when I fetch the camera, but as soon as she sees it out, she wants to me to “down” (sit) and show her the “pitters”. Trying to convince her we have to take a pitter before she can look at the pitter is still a bit beyond her. So we have pitters of a very sad Jade, whose tears dry up as soon as I can turn the LCD her way to show her what a whiny disappointed toddler looks like.


We’ve been having some fun with Jade’s hair, but not too much fun because she hates having anyone play with it. Cheryl at the daycare managed to convince Jade to let her put it in pigtails by saying she could play with the water spray bottle during the ordeal. I couldn’t believe how long her hair looked when it was put up. I managed to finagle a similar deal with Jade a day or two later and actually French-braided her hair.

Jade continues to grow more determined to have things a certain way. For example, some days she absolutely refused to wear the coordinating outfits I choose for her and insists on choosing her own. Since appearing like a fashion disaster is not really harmful, I tend to go along with her choices, although I do admit to cringing at times, and of trying to convince her to choose something else. This morning Jade settled on pink and white striped socks adorned with teddy bears, yellow pants with tiny orange flowers, and a blue sweater with a snowflake design on it. I toned it down by covering her feet with her Padraigs, but anyway, she was happy! Fashion is highly over-rated, anyway, right?


We’ve reduced breastfeeding down to twice a day (short sessions before bed and first thing in the morning) and I am happy to be able to say that we kept going until her second birthday. My original plan was for just one year, but there never seemed to be a reason to stop. At least Whitehorse tends to be supportive that way. I’ve never had any negative comments directed at me for extended breastfeeding. Unlike a friend of mine in Ottawa who is nursing her one-year-old, and was told at a Christmas party that she was disgusting. (The baby wasn’t even there, they were just having a chat around the subject.) Imagine!

I still haven’t decided just what we’re going to do about weaning. Jade still loves to suck. When it’s not a boob, she’ll often ask for a bottle and will occasionally drink a litre of milk in a day this way; milk from a cup, even a sippy cup, just won’t do. She still asks for a “sooda” at night. And yet, at daycare she won’t touch either a bottle or a soother, which to me is a sign that she really doesn’t need either. As soon as she sees me coming to pick her up at daycare, though, she makes a beeline for the bottle in her lunch bag. It’s bizarre. I’m torn between feelings of, “we’ve gotta do something about this” and “why not just let her grow out of it when she feels like it?”

Some fun new words Jade has learned to say in the last couple of weeks are “Cockadoodledoo” (but her version sounds more like “leedleedleedle”), “sheeP” and I’m sure all the sheep are happy they can stop being “sheets” now, and “get”, which means “good”. She also make frequent use of “fweezins” which is a slightly closer rendition to “raisins” than she could manage before. Did I mention that she says “dee en” at the end of every book we read?


Because we’ve got a number of things going on both this weekend and next, I don’t think we’ll have much of a birthday party for her. But she’s only turning two, for goodness sakes, so I’m sure she won’t mind if we just celebrate quietly at home.

One Response to “Jade at 2 minus one week”

  1. Nemmy January 28, 2008 at 10:03 am #

    I remember when Jamie was trying to wean Derek off the pacifiers, she snipped a small chunk off the ends of the nipples. He’d suck on them and look disgusted, because it just didn’t work at all. It worked well – and was pretty amusing to watch too… (I’m such a terrible auntie!)

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: