Smashing: We do two types of smashing right now. 1) We smash ourselves and others, mostly at daycare. 2) And we smash our food. When we get about halfway through the meal, Lilah starts to repeatedly pound her food in the high chair. I think she's aware that Rooney prefer's his leftovers minced. Otherwise, she gets a kick out of watching those goldfish crackers buckle under the weight of her fist and the pieces flying to every corner of the kitchen. This certainly isn't an Otto trait. It must be Ben's side. I was a very tidy, neat eater. Ben... well, let's be honest, he enjoys eating. A boy doesn't get a favorite holiday of Thanksgiving for no reason! ;)
At daycare, Lilah is the leading child for incident reports. We were concerned at first, but acceptance is key. For a few months, we were getting 1-2 per day. They consisted of black eyes, many bruises, falling over play kitchens, falling onto other children, holding too many things in her hands and falling... it goes on and on. Keep in mind, this daycare has been around for awhile and has probably close to 60 kids in it... so to be the all-time-ever-leader-in-
incident-reports is saying something. Yikes. Luckily the incident reports have trended down... for now...
She now takes off her bib. Bibs are for babies. Lilah's a big girl. Big girls are entitled to get food all over their clothes, arms, faces, and hair. Big girls get big baths, too. We miss the days of bibs.
Shoes. Shoes are big too. We take them off instantly. We eat them. We put them on. We take them off.