So "Beek"!

Every day, it seems, Emry adds words to her vocabulary. She’s even starting to string some of them together, although they’re usually missing some part of speech that would make them an official sentence. Still, she chatters away as if she’s having a conversation with you. In fact, she wants to be the center of the conversation. She gets rather upset when Ed and I try to talk in the car or at the table during dinner and she’s not included in the conversation…

Her chatter makes perfect sense to her, but most times we’re not 100% sure what she’s trying to communicate. The words she uses most often we sit about trying to guess until we hit the nail on the head. One such word has been “beek”. It took me several days to figure out that this is her word for “big”. Mama and Papa’s bed is “beek”. Mama’s stuffed panda is “beek”. Emry herself is soooo “beek”.

And she is. This past week has been a VERY “beek” week for her. For the first time, she went “tinkle potty”. The whole correlation of needing to go tinkle and actually getting to the potty in time remains elusive, but she has used the potty when I let her sit there a while (playing her letter reading game on my phone which is the only way I’ve found to get her to remain still long enough) and she certainly understands she gets “mitches” (M&M’s) from the freezer when she goes. At least it’s a start…

Meanwhile, we finally got her a new “beek” car seat. Not because she has outgrown her infant seat but because the new baby is going to need it, so she gets to graduate. She’ll have to remain rear-facing until she’s two (as there’s no way she’ll ever meet the weight requirement and, we joke, will still need a booster when she learns to drive), but she sits up straighter now and can see a bit more. On the other hand, we had our first case of car sickness. Getting too warm, facing backwards and Ed driving the curving Pittsburgh roads a little too fast in an attempt to get somewhere on time…well, I think she was more frightened than upset at throwing up for the first time.

She also got her new “beek” bed this past weekend. It’s my old captains bed and so quite far off the ground. Hence, we’ve had a lot of discussion about how to go about putting her in it. Thankfully, she’s never been a climber (except with steps) so we put one side against a wall and attached a rail to the other. She was so overjoyed with her “beek” bed, we haven’t had a bit of trouble with this transition. She loves nap and bedtime. The other night she even rushed into the dining room and declared to Ed, “Bible! Beek bed!” Meaning she was ready to have Bible time and head to bed. In the mornings, I hear her in there playing as she always did in her crib with her stuffed animals. When she’s ready to get up, she calls to let me know. She hasn’t even attempted to climb out.

It’s funny that getting ready for #2 seems to equal more things for Emry and getting her ready. If we’re lacking something for the new one, I guess I’ll get it when his or her arrival actually reminds me. Although, the ladies at church did throw me a prayer shower, and I have plenty of diapers and even a couple of new outfits to start out. And with the crib now in our room the reality that our lives will change yet again in a month or less has hit. “Beek” changes are coming!