Oh, the words. New this month are: Mushroom, tomato (“may toe”), drink, toes, flowers, butterflies, bug, bath (we must be careful saying this, as she will beetle directly into the bathroom, start drumming the edge of tub with her hands, and say, “Bath. Bath? Bath!” then get very cross if we say that it isn’t a bath night), dance, again, UP-down, outside, happy! happy! happy!, happy baby, angry! grr (that’s all one unit: “Angry!grr“), mine, sky, sun,moon, and sad.

This month also saw her first three-word sentence: “Where Papa go?”

Singing has suddenly exploded as well. Owlet sings “Twinkle” with me, not that anyone would necessarily recognize it. We started off with her supplying the last word in each line, but now she burbles along. She sings the “ABC” song with Sparky, too, much to his delight, although most of the letters are e, d, or g. She also sings “Baa baa black sheep,” with some serious head-banging for the “yes sir” bits. (It’s so serious that we can’t sing it if we’re sitting at a table, because she will crack her forehead on it.) She sang the first two lines of the Cat in the Hat theme song when it appeared on PBS today, much to the astonishment of Sparky and me. It’s very simple and mostly repetitive; I’m not surprised that she can sing “Go, go, go, go” of course, but “on an adventure” was kind of a shock. (It was more like “onna vedjur,” but it was in time and on beat.) We read Goodnight Moon and I can pause to let her fill in lots of the items listed throughout it, too.

Furniture-moving is one of her newest pastimes. She likes to shove her bench out into the middle of the living room to stand on it. In the kitchen, if I’m doing something on a counter, she’ll drag a chair over to counter next to me, climb it, stands to help me bake. (Which, yesterday, involved her dropping a whole measuring cup into the Kitchenaid bowl, and sinking her entire hand into cake batter after it had been poured into the pan. So helpful.) We can’t build tents as easily as we could in the old living room with Sparky, who adored them, but sometimes I can manage this:

Another of her idiosyncrasies is her pretend sleep: She’ll flop over and start snoring really loudly… with her eyes open, watching us. Too funny! She has also discovered stickers. The kids got Brave sticker books from Santa when they saw him at Christmas, and she dragged one out the other day. Stickers are awesome! They stick to things! Like noses! And doors! And the fridge! And the cat! Thank goodness these ones are designed to peel off and restick in the book, but even they pick up dust and grime and stop sticking. Time to pick some assorted sticker books up in the dollar store now and then and tuck them away for days when we need something new.

Poor Owlet. We had a horrible February, as all four of her canines decided to come in at once. They were huge, swollen, white lumps in her gums, and she was miserable. The top two broke through two days apart during the first week of March, and the right bottom one has just emerged. The bottom left one is still a lump, but she’s back to her usual cheerful self. I think her appetite is finally slowing down. But that may have been the teeth. She still steals tea even though I give her her own.

We seem to be stuck between one two-hour (or more) nap, and two hour and a half-long naps. It’s hard. We kind of play it by ear as the day goes. Some days she makes it till past 10:30 and naps for two hours. Most days she goes down around 10, and naps for only 1.5 ish hours. If that happens I gauge her mood and usuallyput her down for a catnap around 2:30. Sometimes that works, sometimes it doesn’t. I’m thinking the time change may actually help us out in this respect.

She really loves sitting on the big potty. None of this kid potty thing for her! No, if everyone else uses the big one, she will too. So I got the child insert from storage and she cheerfully asks to sit on it several times a day, reading books or brushing her teeth. Nothing has actually happened yet, but it has to at some point.

Colouring is going better. Except she has to be supervised extremely carefully, because apparently our wood-based decor is in need of some colour. I went to pour another cup of tea the other day and when I came back twenty seconds later, I found red crayon on the floor. So I scrubbed it off with a tissue, saying, “No! Crayons go on paper.” And because she loves to clean and I wanted to reinforce the lesson, I handed her the tissue and asked her to help clean it up. She scrubbed at the mark industriously, and then turned and scrubbed at the mark she’d made on the bookshelf, then the other bookshelf, the spines of the books on that second bookshelf, the spinning wheel, and her bench. (!!!)

Sometimes she goes after Gryff, saying, “No! No, meow!” then a string of baby gibberish that very clearly tells the cat off for doing whatever she thinks he’s not supposed to do. Granted, we do shoo him away from various places and things, so it’s definitely imitative behaviour. Once she kept yelling at him to get him away from his dish, and it took us a moment or two to realise that she was imitating us shooing him away from Cricket’s dish when she imagines something is scaring her and runs off, leaving food in her bowl. So we find ourselves now having to tell Owlet that no, it’s all right, the cat is allowed to do whatever he’s doing. Except in the past couple of days we’ve noticed her shooing Cricket away from her own bowl, so apparently she thinks no cat is ever supposed to eat from that bowl, ever.

Her hair is a lovely honey colour, a warm light brown. Her curls are getting longer, which means the weight is pulling them down a bit and they’re becoming more waves with a half-ringlet at the bottom. Her hair dries super-curly, but it’s so fine that the curl slips out of it after sleeping or wearing a hat. Sometimes she reaches for my green spray bottle in the bathroom, and I spray her hair and squish it into curls for her. She loves the spray bottle, thank goodness. We’re sweeping her uneven, thin bangs to the side at the moment, but I wonder if trimming them to an even fringe might work better. (My heart just about stops every time I consider that. My baby can’t possibly be old enough to need a haircut.)

Officially a year and a half! I am trying not to think of all the adorable 18-month clothes I had to take out of rotation ages ago. We’re into 2-3T, leaning toward 3T, as it has the length she needs. She’s a few ounces shy of 30 pounds and is 82 cm tall, according to this week’s doctor appointment.

I think the cutest thing that has developed over the past couple of months is Owlet hiding something, then raising both hands up into the air to either side of her head, cupping them as she shrugs a bit and says, “Where go?” in a hilariously angsty voice. It’s followed by, “Hmm,” with a finger touching one of her cheeks and a little furrowed brow as she feigns thinking. When she or someone else reveals the hidden item, she grins impishly and says, “Peeyaboh!”

We’ve had a word explosion lately. Ears, eyes, mouth, nose, hair, baby, nigh-nigh, see you, flower, butterfly, teeth please, tea please, bear, bug, sun, moon, star, all gone, Daddy, up-down-up-down. She said “merci” to the crossing guard and waved a couple of weeks ago. Her way of asking for something is to point at it and say, “yes, please.” If we don’t respond, or explain that she can’t have it for whatever reason, she gets quite cross and repeats, “yes, please, YES, PLEASE” over and over quite imperiously. She has a very clear and chirpy “Thank you!” that she uses when anyone hands her something. She will spill her milk at the table on purpose so she can say “Uh-oh” and wipe it up with a cloth. When she’s finished her meal she says “Aaaaall done,” and hands her plate to an adult to be cleared, the way everyone else does at the table. Her obsession with saying “cheers!” and clinking glasses has relaxed; now she only does it once or twice per meal, and is much more focused instead of waving her glass around wildly.

There are two things she has become obsessed with in its place, though. First is brushing her teeth. She adores the whole process and goes into the bathroom several times a day to pull her little stepstool over and call for her toothbrush. Most of the time I can get away without the toothpaste, but she insists on her brush and a glass of water to dip it in so she can happily chew on it and and suck the water off. There’s a full-scale meltdown if she isn’t ready to stop when you need her to stop, even after twenty minutes of happily playing there. She will happily try to brush other people’s teeth, and has gone after Gryffindor with her toothbrush. (We caught her in time.) The problem is all brushes are fair game, so she tries to dip her hairbrush in the water glass and chew on it, too. And sometimes she tries to brush her hair with the toothbrush. She’s been practising drinking out of the open cup after brushing her teeth as well.

The other obsession is tea. I got tired of fighting with her over my teacup, so I got her one of the sippy cups with handles that didn’t work for her when we’d originally got it, filled it mostly with warm tap water, then added some tea. She adores it, sucking it back and handing me the empty cup and clamouring for more. So now I have two kids who think going to the tea store is an enormous treat. I make a whole pot all the time now, because someone will be asking for their own cup, and making a single cup isn’t efficient any more. Although having her own cup isn’t a guarantee that she won’t pester me for a sip from my cup, or dip her fingers in to lick the tea off if I left it on an end table instead of out of her reach.

Playing has become more complex. She loves her play silks that my friend Elizabeth dyed for her, using them as capes or scarves, wrapping toys in them, or pulling them over her head and wandering around, giggling. Her Little People mini stable and mini cottage see a lot of play, as does her bus. She likes to sit on a tiny bench and spread her crayons out on her love seat, flipping pages in her sketchbook and scribbling all over the place. It’s an instant toddler dance party when the dance music or the British Grenadiers march from the Pride & Prejudice score comes on, or “That’s What Bilbo Baggins Hates” from the Hobbit score. (We clocked five plays of that one in a loop before we had to call an end to it, exhausted from whirling her around the room.) She’s really gotten into the Wheely Bug this past month, too, zooming around on it. One of her latest quirks involves taking a parent’s hand and walking them around and around the living room, through kitchen, down hall, and back into living room. It’s like she’s doing the Regency ‘taking a turn about the room’ thing.

She is voluntarily expanding her bedtime routine. After supper she changes into jammies, marches down the hall where we brush her teeth, she says nigh-nigh to Liam, and walks back to her room. I pick her up and she says goodnight to things: Nigh-nigh moon (the birchbark moon hanging on her door), nigh-nigh other moon (the wooden cutout above her door), nigh-nigh fairy and fairy owl. Then nigh-nigh Mama, with a very sweet kiss. Then she is handed to Daddy for her bottle and bed, and waves to me, sometimes catching my hand to swing it a bit while I give her one last kiss on the forehead. When I put her down for a nap, she strokes my face gently with the satin or plush blanket parts of her blanket bunny, sharing it between stroking her own cheek.

She is now giving perfect, gentle little ‘mwah’ kisses, a nice change from wet open-mouthed kissing with teeth bared! She is giving very good hugs now, too, with arms around the neck and the head laid on a shoulder, complete with gentle patting on the back. She has decided that shaking hands with new people is excellent, and she has a very matter-of-fact shake, too, not goofy or simpery.

The communication thing is part of the toddler development that fascinates me. It’s so exciting to be able to say, “Do you want X?” and have her think for a split second before she shakes her head and says, “No,” very clearly with a tinge of melancholy. We have to play the suggestion game till we hit on what she does want, though, which can get frustrating for everyone. But sometimes we know exactly what she wants, because in general she is very good at getting her point across. Like she loves to sit at the table on a Big Person Chair, especially for snacks, lunches, and homework time. She is Very Serious about her homework. Or maybe it’s about her shared homework time with Sparky.