What my 2.5 year old daughter, Abby, is currently into:
Not for playing with, mind you. She carries 3 open decks of special Easter edition bunny cards with her everywhere. And they must be in a certain order, with a preferred rabbit sitting on top. It makes the 100 times a day that we play pickup all the more enjoyable.
Nutella is a recent find in our house, though I’m not sure what took so long. We all love it. Maybe a little too much. Where my oldest will at least use pretzels to administer his like dip, my daughter dives in mouth first. I’m more prone to follow her lead.
Asking “What, Mommy?” or “What you doing, Mommy?”
Except it’s more like, “What you doing, Mommy? What, Mommy? What? What? What? What? What?”, until I’m worn down enough to answer. “I’m just going to the bathroom, Abby.” It makes me almost glad that Buzz skipped this step.
Abby is still stuck in winter and refuses to come out. I actually bribed her in a spring dress the other day, but only because I let her keep her favorite corduroy pants on under. She won’t wear a short-sleeve shirt unless it’s layered. I feel I’ve won if it’s 80 degrees and I can keep her out of a hoodie.
We have the same duck couple that returns to our area of the neighborhood every spring. If we see them nearby, we’ll stand on our porch to toss a couple pieces of bread. Abby is charmed, of course. So now, every time I open the door, it’s “What, Mommy? Ducks? Duckies? Bread? What? What? What? What?”.