Remains of the day

So, umm, let’s work on finding all this funny… this morning produced the following series of adventures for our toddler:

• first, she got hold of and spilled and broke my coffee cup. My fault: it seems today she’s rather taller than, say, yesterday, and my brain seems to be having a slow day because I typically remember not to put anything breakable where she might reach within the next year or so. But today I managed to set my coffee cup down where she could easily have reached it a week ago. But also? She’s surprisingly fast. I took my eyes off her for, oh, 2 seconds and oops! went the coffee cup. I proceeded to clean up the mess and she proceeded to walk around the house leaving a long trail of blood: she cut her toe on a shard (small cut, nothing left in wound). She didn’t cry at all except once we cleaned her up and bandaided her toe, at which point she got really pissed off that she wasn’t allowed to rip the bandaid right off. That pissed her off several more times during the day but it’s a real nice secure big bandaid. She seems to be developing a taste for tantrums because later on she got really angry when I wanted to use the laundry basket for laundry instead of pushing her around the house in. And I’m sorry but the laundry (and mommy) won. Z and I made peace later with a nice fruit smoothie and some Thai food, which I made because I decided I want to learn to cook Thai because finally there’s someone besides me in the house who is all about the coconut milk. Not that I can do much cooking while the miniature tornado is awake and tornading around with her bloody toe.
• Then, then! A half hour later Z and I are in the bathroom, and she turns to the tub, chucks in her pacifier, then jumps in headfirst after it. Happened so fast I didn’t even have time to react: I was standing an entire foot away. She wasn’t hurt (very low tub) but my panicked reaction kind of scared her.
• I don’t know, either I’m an awfully careless mother or she’s super-suddenly super-fast. I vote for the latter.
• But I learned two important lessons: one, a cut on your toe doesn’t necessarily hurt but bleeds something awful if you walk around with it, and two, falling headfirst into a tub really scares your mother but can otherwise be construed as fun.
• I need some beer now.
• Oh but yesterday? Z tried to lend her pacifier to another little girl in the park. How sweet, no? And before that she tried to put it into her lamb puppet’s mouth.
• This next item is also not, strictly speaking, an adventure of this morning but nevermind: Z can say book (she’s suddenly starting to show more interest in books although mostly picture books, in particular one: Good Night New York), she can say ladybug, ball, lamp, car, lamb. Or I should say she’s trying to say these words, with varying degrees of success, as of a few days ago, and given the right context you can sort of begin to recognize them. She also seems to like shoes a lot, which makes me wonder if shoe will be her next word. All her words thus far are Hungarian.
• A couple days ago she decided that dogs barking sound mostly like slightly tipsy hyenas. At least in her interpretation. It’s hilarious.
• It’s also very similar to what Z sounds like when she sings. Which, believe it or not, she tries to do sometimes.