Two...and a half

What a marvelous age this is! My favorite words right now are "piwhoa" for pillow and "under", or thunder as us grown-ups like to call it. She likes to say, "under, wheew det me. I stared!"  Translated: Thunder, will get me. I'm scared!.  Which she says a lot with the flurry of thunderstorms lately. She is a regular little parrot, mocking our phrases and repeating our words. Luckily, we haven't slipped and said anything "bad". The worst was tonight at dinner when Addison rang out in the din of dishes and conversation.."pootyhead!".  I laughed a lot...which is not so conducive to getting her to stop. But she's funny and I can't help it. The fits of throwing herself on the floor are getting better. I think it's because we understand her now and can carry on a conversation. She can tell us all about what she did that day and what she wants us to do. It's rather wonderful being able to communicate with your child.
At 2 1/2, she weighs in at 35lbs. She's still an amazonian child always being mistaken for older. I can't for the life of me get her to eat vegetables, so we thrive on fruits to be our healthy foods. Nor can I get her to go to the potty. I've tried it all. She's just not ready.

But, I'm OK with that, because diapers are still a sign to me that she's my baby. I'd like to keep her that way as long as I can.

The Road Not Taken

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim
Because it was grassy and wanted wear,
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I marked the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way
I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I,
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.

Robert Frost

Deliberating on the choices you made. Finding out what did lie in store as opposed to imagining what could have been in store. It will drive you mad. It may make you sad. You may feel satisfaction or regret. It basically boils down to...you are where you are, period. It is at that point where you have to go with what you got. There are no redos in life. Would we ever get it "right" even if there were? Or would we stand on the road we chose and long for another path even still?