Toddler Log: 2 Years and 14 Weeks Old

Marlie and me spent Sunday night alone while daddy went out of town. I decided it was the perfect opportunity to introduce her to fish because her mama l-o-v-e-s fish but doesn't get to eat it often because her daddy l-o-a-t-h-e-s fish (can't stand the sight, smell, taste). So while daddy's away the girls will play. I bought a nice piece of wild sockeye salmon the day before. On Sunday night I gently seasoned it and placed it in a roasting pan with carrots and onions. It was so moist and tender. Marlie did not enjoy it as much as I hoped. She ate some, but it wasn't with the same voraciousness I've seen her eat fried chicken. At least she's not going to be a fish-hater like her daddy. 

Marlie has been singing up a storm. Even her teacher commented about how much she likes to sing along to the songs at school. As we were all putting up groceries on Saturday she was singing, "what's gonna work? teamwork!" Her sense of context just blows me away. She'll play keep away with my phone or put my bra over her head and say, "See, I funny!" She is still in love with books. Her current favorite is Please, Baby, Please by Spike Lee and Tonya Lewis Lee. She knows it by heart. Speaking of hearts, she had her little heart broken for the first time on Monday when someone stole her ball. She had run out of the house with it and my slow, pregnant butt caught up with her near the end of our block. The ball dropped and rolled out into the busy intersection and across to the other side. I had to drag her kicking and screaming back home so I could retrieve the ball, but by the time I got back to the corner someone had taken it!  I had to go back home empty-handed and explain to my sobbing 2-year-old that someone stole her ball. She was so upset and kept asking for her ball. I repeated that someone took it and reminded her that she shouldn't have been running down the street with it because that is dangerous. I was mad at the thief, I was mad at her for not listening to stop as I chased her down our block, but mostly I was hurt that she already had to experience loss at her tender age and I couldn't do anything to bring the ball back.

Her grandma came to town om Thursday for the holidays and Marlie cannot get enough of her. Everything is grandma this and grandma that. They are like two warts on a frog. I won a $20 gift card to Whole Foods this week...guess who's getting an organic turkey this year?!