Anja has had an eventful few weeks. Mostly funny things - nothing truly monumental. Except for balancing the federal budget. But you know, all in a days work.
She has decided to start potty training again. Mostly at daycare though, unfortunately. We did decide to take full advantage of this round, however, and gave in to the reward system. It sure is incredible how much a package of 90 Sesame Street stickers being put on a purple file folder hanging on the fridge can motivate a 2 year old! But she's slowly improving. Who knows, maybe she'll actually be out of diapers during the day by the time Kif makes his/her appearance!
She also has started trying to help around the house a lot more. Here she is helping Daddy with the dishes. She thoroughly enjoys starting the dishwasher, too.
Besides her usual goofiness, she's started using her vocabulary to make us laugh more. For example, dinner time conversations are always interesting.
Dan: "What's Mommy?"
Anja: "Mommy a girl."
Dan: "What's Daddy?"
Anja: "Daddy a boy."
Dan: "What's Anja?"
Anja: "Anja a silly girl."
She has also started to proclaim her love for various things. Namely her toy train that we keep in the car, hot dish, and Yo Gabba Gabba.
But I think my favorite story from the past few weeks was definitely when she, Dan and Jim were out in the garage. Anja loves to play out there with Daddy and helps him "fix" things - like the tires of the car and rearranging his tools and bolts that he leaves laying around. But this one day, she was out there and picked up a wrench, proclaimed she was going to "fix Daddy" and proceeded to smack him in the head.
Awesome.
Of course, time out occurred and she refused to apologize for over 25 minutes. I finally got out of her and her toddler English that she didn't think she had to apologize because she honestly thought she was fixing Dan.
Love it.
In addition to smacking Dan upside the head with wrenches, Anja also now enjoys poking my belly button and yelling "Poke the baby!" Luckily, Kif doesn't seem to mind. In fact, even with a ton of poking and prodding the other day, stubborn, calm, and apparently sleepy Kif refused to wake up and move during a fetal echocardiogram the other day. S/he wouldn't get off his/her belly. Fetal echo attempt number 2 will be on the 1st. Hopefully Kif will cooperate this time.
And since I've managed to keep the diabetes under control with very little insulin so far, they've actually tentatively scheduled Kif's birthday to be March 16th! Crazy to think that we may already know his/her birthday.
In other news, Uncle Mike was in town for the past week or so for the various Chau birthdays. It was great to be able to spend time with him again. Anja loves playing with him. And bossing him around. I think he enjoys spending time with her, too. And taking bizarre (*Edited for Mike's benefit to add: creepy) pictures.
Due to the number of Chau birthdays in a one week span (3), Anja has now mastered the art of the birthday blow toy.
Thank goodness. I was starting to worry.
And we finally had our first major snowfall. We got nearly a foot and Anja was very excited to go outside and play in it. She kept demanding that Daddy build her a snow man. Once he finished shoveling, he obliged and built a little 2 foot tall snowman for her.
She immediately kicked it over, giggled, and said she was ready to go back inside.
