One of the things that amazes me about the kid right now is the memory she’s building.

Hours or days after the fact she’ll say “thank you, mommy,” when she picks up a toy she remembers me buying for her. Hours or days later she’ll say “I’m sorry, mommy,” and when I ask why she reminds me of something that she did that was wrong.

It started one afternoon. We had been out to breakfast and we ask her now whether she wants a high chair or a booster. That day she chose high chair but decided at some point during the meal that she didn’t want the high chair any more. She started yelling and pushing her chair away from the table. She smacked me, pushed my hands off the chair as I tried to hold it steady, and push me away.

That eveningĀ I was in the kitchen starting dinner prep and the kid was sitting at the table eating a snack and she said something to me that I didn’t quite catch. “What was that?” “I’m sorry.” “What baby?” “I’m sorry Mommy.” “Why are you sorry baby?” “I pushed you at breakfast.”

Her grandmother brought her a teddy bear and presented her with it on the weekend. When she picked it out of her toybox yesterday she turned around: “Thank you, Grandma.”

“Remember” is quickly becoming one of her favourite words, though I don’t think she quite gets the concept yet. She does come out with the strangest things at the strangest times. Twice last week, sitting around doing nothing even related to hockey she declared “I love Sidney Crosby.” On Tuesday we went out to breakfast as a family before dropping Joe at work and SportsCentre was on the diner TVs so she got to see the handshakes at the end of the Phoenix-Nashville series. Later in the day she said to her Grandma: “Remember the goalies hugged?”

(Of course, Grandma had no idea what she was talking about, but I did).

It’s fascinating, the things she hangs on to and what she blurts out. I love this age.

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