Enna Do

Two cute moments today highlight the burgeoning independence of Our Little Girl:

Daddy picks her up at day care, and we're at the low gate to exit the toddlers' area. Daddy turns the doorknob and opens the gate, sending Siena into hysterics. "Enna Do! Enna Do! Enna Do!" So we close the gate, and Siena reaches up, turns the knob, and opens the gate. We walk through, and Siena happily forgets that she's left the gate open. Daddy reminds her that she has to close the gate. So she walks back and closes the gate--leaving herself in the play area, and Daddy on the outside. Clever girl, except that (1) Daddy can still open the gate; and (2) Daddy can still pick her up and carry her like a sack of rice to the car if she doesn't quit it. So we have our laugh, and head home to Mama.


The second episode occurred on our ride to a well-reputed Mexican restaurant on Sunset Boulevard. Toilet training has been a big part of our lives recently; we're always asking Siena if she has to go PooPoo or PeePee (leaving out the hyphen makes the words seem more sophisticated). So we're driving along tonight, and Mama and Daddy hear from the back seat "No PooPoo? No PooPoo?" I look back and see that Siena is peering inside the bottoms of her little plastic baby doll, checking out the scene just like we do to Siena. Of course, Siena didn't appreciate us pointing out that "Baby" goes PooPoo on the toilet, therefore so should Siena. But it was a cute moment, and a sign that someone understands that PooPoo does not belong in one's clothing.