peter is. . . . a boy

i asked, nissa answered. she mentioned peter, i asked "what about peter?" and she said "peter is (long pause) a boy." well, yes he is. very astute.

nissa is full of interesting things to say, and it's great. every minute is an adventure to see what observation she has to offer or thought she'd like to share. school bus next to you. daddy on his way home. daddy at work. gibson is smelling. i'm going pee pee. house tunnel (her name for the gangway). you get the idea.

tumbling class was a good time today. before class, she went over to where the markers were to do cartwheels and she did some. her version, but feet on the feet, hands on the hands and jumped. i was impressed. she was also playing well with one little girl. the girl was very kind, barely flinching when nissa spontaneously offered up her t-rex impersonation with a huge ROAR right in the girl's face. what did offend her was nissa yelling at the poor girl when she climbed into the "pool" by the rings where nissa was swinging. i had to have a chat with nissa about how to nicely address people and asked her to apologize. that's a work in progress, to be sure. during class nissa did a fantastic job following the course, including the cartwheels, handstands, walking "like a monkey" laterally across the uneven bars, walking across the beam (by herself!) and even doing a summersault on the beam. i really think she's getting the hang of this tumbling class thing.

we discovered nissa finally has one of her "two year" molars coming in. upper left. not great, but at least it explains why her fingers are always in her mouth and she's been on the cranky side. i guess buying chew toys for both nissa and gibson the other day were well timed! i still am considering a dog chew toy for nissa, for two reasons. 1. most of the teethers are designed for infants with NO teeth. nissa has a full array, so she could, in theory, break into gel-filled ones or otherwise do damage i'm not interested in supervising. 2. if gibson accidentally gets a hold of the toy, it wouldn't be instantly destroyed. learned that lesson when grandma and grandpa a mistook nissa's teether for a dog toy and let gibson have at it. he punctured it and since it was gel filled, it's in the garbage now. bummer.

nissa continues to do a great job using the potty during day time. twice now, she has gone on her own into the bathroom, set up her seat and stool and sat down. the first time i was going myself and she went downstairs and peed in the dark and everything. the second time was just a little too late, so she sat with wet clothes and no pee pee came out. accidents happen.

so we've been kind of trying for a second baby and it makes me very contemplative. i wonder how nissa will react to having a sibling, a rival for attention, a new little friend all her own. i wonder how i will manage juggling my time between two children, when for two plus years i've dedicated all of my attention to nissa. i wonder if i'll have miserable morning sickness again, and more weight gain. i never lost the weight from before, so i hope not. i'd like to keep going to tumbling class, so i hope the morning sickness is gentle. i wonder how the grandparents will manage with another little one, but more importantly, deal with a little one and my crazy daughter that finds more wacky things to do daily. at least nissa listens well most of the time and likes to help (so far).
new molar
pee by herself success, not quite
number two thoughts