Today you are fifty-one months old.
Gwen: I want a piggy back ride!
Me: Are you asking me or telling me?
Me: Let's hear it.
Gwen: Can I have a piggy back ride, please Mom?
From the parenting course, I learned to frame every instance of discipline in a relational way, that is, to tell you how your words or actions affect those around you. Instead of just saying, "Don't jump on the couch," I can say, "Don't jump on the couch, because it could break and I don't have money to buy a new one." Or instead of saying, "Don't blow raspberries at me," I say, "Don't blow raspberries at me because it's really rude, it hurts my feelings and makes me not want to be around you." The other brilliant tool is that after a time-out or other discipline, I say, "You know I love you no matter what, but please try to remember that we don't (yell at people) because (it hurts their feelings)."
Other than that, you continue to careen through life at full speed, once in a while even paying attention to what direction you're rushing off in. You are still crazy, creative, hilarious, and full of joy. You love picnics, ponies, butterflies, rainbows, unicorns, and the colours pink and purple. You think green is yucky and plaid is too handsome for you to wear. You adore fruit, especially watermelon, and are enjoying the great variety available at this time of year. Your dislike of protein infrequently abates and we even managed to get you to eat a hamburger recently!
As always I love you a million billion kajillion and four ... no matter what.