Sometimes I'm really thrown for a loop by the things Dahlia CAN and CAN NOT do.
For instance: Last year, when she learned to potty it was amazing, a wall was broken down. But she would only pee in it. It was like, four more months or so before she pooped in the potty. I was in Tuscaloosa at a big Kung Fu meeting and Liz sent me a TXT saying "Dahlia pooped in the toilet" and I was so happy I yelled "MY DAUGHTER SHIT!!!"
But, y'know, she's still only three, so she has to wear a diaper to bed. That's not so bad. But the other night, she peed the bed... and then peed the couch... and then today, deliberately peed her pants, I suppose because watching She-Zow is more important that getting up and going to the bathroom.
But then we were outside and... she's gotten two tricycles (one here and one at Dad's) and a little baby bike. She could not figure out the basics of peddling for the life of her. Sitting on the carport, she got on her bike, I figured it's be fine as long as she didn't fall over ('cause she didn't have a helmet on), because obviously she wasn't going anywhere. It's no big deal. I couldn't ride a bike until I was like, 7 or 8, 'cause I had a horrible sense of balance. She may be the same, she still has training wheels.
But then she did it. Kept pushing her legs forward and was moving. MIND BLOWN. Then she said it was easier on her trike. So we got it out, and lo and behold, it was. She could steer better with it.
Then there's times when she says amazing things that I have no idea how she learned them, like, I gave her some water, and she was like, "Oh yeah, I don't want to get dehydrated."
Where the hell did she learn "dehydrated" when she still says "H I K J L M O L P" when reciting her alphabet? Plus, she'll watch all these nature and science shows and tell us amazing facts about honey badgers and earthworms and Jupiter and dinosaurs that, sometimes, neither me nor Liz had any clue about.
Kids are funny