
Sky turned twenty-two months old today!
She's becoming quite the little girl. She's smart, she's attentive, she's friendly, she's outgoing, she's assertive (very assertive), she's confident, and she's quite the joke-
ster.
I have to admit, the tables are completely turned around now on
Aiden. It is now Sky that terrorizes,
Aiden and not the other way around like it used to be.
Aiden will be
quietly playing on his train table or reading a book and Sky will walk over and grab
whatever is in his hand just to get a raise out of him. As soon as
Aiden squeals and I
intervene she runs off giggling and throws whatever she took from to discard the evidence.
Yesterday an
argument ensued between
Aiden and Sky over ice cream. Sky had indicated that she was finished with her ice cream and before Grandma could pick up the bowl,
Aiden volunteered to finish it off for her. For the sake of sibling rivalry alone, Sky protested and demanded her unwanted ice cream back. Just as
Aiden handed the bowl back to her, Sky grabed and pulled the bowl and spilled it all over
Aiden, herself, and the floor.
Reflexively, Grandma grabbed a wet
towel and immediately started cleaning up the mess.
Aiden ran off to the other room upset at the situation but Sky stayed and watched Grandma clean up the ice cream. Well, Grandma must have had a frustrated or disappointed look on her face because Sky kept asking "You mad, Grandma? You mad?" Grandma replied back a couple of times, "no Sky, I'm just cleaning up the mess." Not convinced, Sky was walking circles around Grandma cleaning the floor "
Granmda, you mad? Your face is mad, Grandma".

Sky: I pooping, Mommy.
Me: Good! I'm glad you're pooping in the potty.
Sky: I need
pri-
sa-
cy (privacy).
Me: Okay, let me close the door.
Sky: Sigh. Oh! I tooted.
Me: That's okay, you're on the potty.
Sky: Starfish! (pointing to the picture of a starfish on the bathroom wall)
Me: Right. And what's that? (pointing to the picture of an octopus)
Sky:
Oco-pus
Me: Right! Where does an octopus live? (totally random,
unrehersed question)
Sky: At the beach!
Me: Yes, they live in the water; in the ocean.
Sky: Ocean? Fish sleeps in ocean too.
Me: Right. You are very smart, Sky.
Sky: Pee
yoo! I smell a stinky.
Me: You do? What is it?
Sky: My poop! See? See? (as she stands up and points proudly to the potty)
Me: Very good. Are you finished?
Sky: No, Mommy...more poop coming. (red faced and pushing)
Me: Okay, keep going and finish up.
Sky: I need toilet paper.
Me: Okay, you finish up and I'll help you clean up.
Sky: No, I need toilet paper for nose.
Me: You need to blow you're nose?
Sky: Yeah. I need to blow my nose.
Sky: No
Ai-DEN! I need
pri-
sa-
cy! (as she yells at
Aiden who just opened the bathroom door)

She is now wearing underwear
fulltime (except at night when she's sleeping). She hasn't had an accident in over five weeks. Yahoo!! She can put on her own underwear, pants/shorts, and jacket/sweatshirt.
She loves bath time but recently she's decide that she suddenly does not like water in her face. Great timing Sky...the pool opens this week!
She is still goes to the gym for toddler
gymnastics and she LOVES it. Every morning the first thing she asks is if it's gym day.

She loves the show "The Wonder Pets" and she can sing the theme song...she even does the beginning part by mimicking the sound a telephone ringing.