Bella is currently engaged in scraping imaginary snow off her chair with a plastic pear, “Snow off, snow off,” she says (just like mommy scrapes snow off the car). Then she climbs into the chair, “Shut the doors. Go. Bye, bye.” She’s got her purse, her bag with keys in it and an expired insurance card.
Now she’s using a plastic bottle as a microphone, singing, “Jesus Christ. Jesus, Jesus.” Then, “Clap, clap,” as she puts down the bottle and claps her hands. When we notice her she gets embarrassed and stops singing.
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This morning, after my doctor appointment, we ventured to the grocery store for the first time. We had a toddler meltdown when we put Sophia’s baby carrier in the shopping cart where Bella usually sits: “Move, Phia, move!” she exclaimed, waving her hand. (My mom suggested taking two carts but I figure she’s got to get used to it eventually and better now when I have help than later when I’ll be on my own.) There followed several minutes of screaming in grandma’s arms, alleviated briefly by a kind employee playing peek-a-boo. Then Bella discovered the joys of wandering up and down the aisles, grabbing food off the shelves, dashing in front of shopping carts. She may never want to go back to sitting in the cart again.