Abracadabra

Elsa's new words this week are "blast off" and "abracadabra."  I realized that since my daughter is now using a five syllable word on her own that it is probably time to stop keeping track of her new words.  (I mean, some time far in the future, I could be writing "Elsa learned to say 'photosynthesis' this week" or "A big word at our house is now 'simile.'"  I've got to stop somewhere.)

One of the balls I dropped at Christmas (in addition to forgetting to write thank yous to Dennis, Joanna and Addie for Elsa's presents and to Carol for mine) was that I didn't get Elsa the wand (pink, of course) that she had been asking for.  Turns out that that one wasn't so bad.  The most common "wand" at our house is a fancy (never used on flies) fly swatter.  Today, the wand was a wooden spoon from the kitchen.  It works just fine--it managed to turn both me and Elsa into Baxter the cat.  We even meowed at the dinner table.

Elsa's latest big excitement is her big girl bed in her pink and purple room.  (Does the color scheme surprise you?)  It took getting a big bed for Elsa to realize that she can get out of bed on her own.  She had never, ever, not even one time, climbed out of her toddler bed.  I guess two and a half years is a good run and it's over now.  She has been getting Derek up progressively earlier in the morning.  My report today included that she opened our bedroom door, turned on some lights and was clomping around the house in a pair of my work shoes.

Our conversation tonight (at the potty):
Elsa: Look, Mom.  I goed.
Me: Yes, you went.
Elsa: No, Mom.  Say "goed."
...and then I had to resist giving a 2 year old a lesson on irregular verbs.  I was tempted.