Conversations with Saoirse and Sophie.

In the bathroom:
Saoirse (in a sing song voice): I wipe my 'gina.
Me: Good girl.
Saoirse gets a new piece of toilet paper and sing songs: I wipe my bum.
Me: Good gorl, but you don't have to wipe your bum if you don't poo.
Another piece of paper and she says: I wipe my legs.
Me: That's a good girl.
Saoirse stands up and turns to flush. And says "Oh, I need to wipe the seat."

Seriously, such a good girl, wiping up her little drops.

In the bathtub, splashing by jumping on her knees:
Me: Don't splash, Saoirse, look at my jeans!" (one leg is totally soaked.Oddly enough, the leg further away from the tub.)
S: Can't you move?
M: No, I can't.
S (splashing again): Well, that's okay Mummy, they will dry. I will dry them for you.

Jumping on my bed:
S: Hop, hop, hop, I'm a kangaroo, hop, hop, hop.
M: Do kangaroos hop?
S: Silly goose! Of course they do. Hop, hop, hop.
M: Do you know where kangaroos come from?
S: Hop, hop, hop. Australia. Hop, hop, hop.
M: That's right. Do you know who else is from Australia?
S: Meeeee!!!!
M: No, Daddy is. And Nanny Rose. And Poppy John. And all your cousins.
S: And so am I! I'm going to Australia with Daddy.
Which she is. Her mother? Is not.

Saoirse started playschool last week. I have to go with her until she turns 3, which is in 2 weeks. Oh my God, my baby will be 3. Heartbreaking. Anyway, she doesn't say a word in class. She's so quiet. So shy. She won't eat the snack. She does love painiting and playing with the Dora house. She likes circle time but will not open her mouth. She just sits there looking a little lost. I don't know what she'd going to do the first day I don't stay. I expect a melt down.

And then there is Sophie, who really is a social butterfly. She will chat with anyone. Her vocabulary has exploded this week and while she has always babbled with us now there are actual words coming into play. If you ask if she would like something she says uh huh or uh uh or no. She says Saoirse, here, book, cup, drink, up, cracker, kiss, hug and if you say one she will say two. She asks questions, unfortunately I have no idea what she is saying. But you know that questioning inflection? Totally has it. Waits for you to answer and then she replies. If she wants you to read her a book she opens your hand and puts the book in it. She reminds me so much of a toddler Taylor, complete with the temper tantrums. I sometimes wonder what I am in for with that girl. I'm a little fearful.