So here is an update on Elese/Lessee/Ellie/Sissy:
Currently Elese's favorite things to say are: "Oh, Man!" and "No!"
She loves to pull the I'm a 2 year old card by yelling at mommy. For example she will say, "I WANT MILK! MILK! MILK!!!!" Then I will tell her, "Elese, I don't understand yelling. Talk sweet like a Princess and then I can help you." Then she will yell again. "MILK!!!" Then I simply say, "Try again." and she will put on her sweet face, smile at me and say, "Mommy, milk please."
We have a book called Who is Your Hero. If you haven't seen these books they are GREAT! There are 3 different books, we only have one. They tell stories from the Book of Mormon in a very simply way so young children can understand. Then tell you how you can use the examples of the characters today. The kids favorite story is about Nephi. The moral is that Nephi never complains. In the story he gives a thumbs up and says, "OK!" So imagine the same senario as above but I am asking her to do something, like get in the car. There is yelling and screaming...murmmering even. Then I remind her to be sweet and she will say, "OK. I say OK like Nephi."
A few months back, before I hurt my ankle Elese loved pretending that I was a horse and riding on my back. Once I hurt my ankle and wasn't as mobile I convinced her to give her baby dolls rides on her back. It worked for a minute but then the baby would just fall off. I solved the problem by attaching the baby with a belt...this kept her busy for a while.
"Sissy" is Max's new nick name for Elese. She doesn't mind at all. She loves Max and wants to be just like him! She can play Superheros with the best of them although she almost always has a baby doll in tow (or a grocery basket).
Just like with mommy Elese can also be very temperamental with Max. They will be playing nicely together and then she will bonk her head or something, start crying, and then Max will come to her rescue. Then the real yelling begins! "AHHHHH!!!! Max is talking to me! Stop it Max!" This always results in Max feeling very hurt and Elese being reminded that Max loves her and is just trying to help her feel better.
Ellie, as daddy calls her, loves her daddy! Steven was out of town last weekend and everytime Elese would wake up in the morning or after nap she would jump out of my arms and start running around the house yelling, "Daddy!!??? Daddy!???" She loved talking to him on the phone and telling him all about her days while he was away.
Not only does Lesee (what I call her) keep me on my toes she also keeps up quite well with all of her nick names. If you ask her her name she will say, "Lesee." Ask her what her other name is and she will say, "Elese", ask her again and she will say "Ellie." She hasn't quite picked up Sissy yet but I'm sure it will catch on soon enough. I just hope she doesn't have an identity crisis with all of these names.
I'm trying to be more consistent with the potty training thing. She keeps telling me just after she goes. We got some potty books from the library which has given her a little more excitement about it but mostly it has just made her want to change her baby dolls diapers. Because of the sudden interest in the potty she is also becoming interested in bodies and at least once a day she asks, "Mommy, I have a penis?" We are working on that one. Yesterday while I was cooking dinner Elese was playing very nicely by herself. She said, "Baby needs a diaper change!" Then she got a diaper, played quietly in the front room for a minute or too and then came running through the kitchen holding a rolled up diaper saying, "Ooooo, baby is stinky poopy!" The next thing I heard was the toilet flushing. I ran in and sure enough she had tried to flush the diaper. Fortunately I was close enough by to stop the potential flood. The photos bellow show Elese diapering her very tiny baby in her very big diapers.
Elese is definatly 2! No doubt about it. She will be perfectly happy one moment and then throwing a major tantram the next. I don't remember Max ever being quite so unpredictable. Grocery shopping has become even more difficult than before. My mom used to quote this poem and it is definatly fitting for Elese!
There was a little girl
And she had a little curl,
Right in the middle of her forehead,
When she was good,
She was very, very good,
And when she was bad she was horrid.
Despite her unpredicatable behavior I love her! She is my princess and not in the oh so spoiled sence. She is my Daughter of a King...my gift from God. The joy she brings into our home definatly out weighs the drama!
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