all good things must come to an end

As recently as a year ago or so, The Toddler Who Doesn’t Trust Me (formerly The Baby Who Doesn’t Trust Me) was alive and well. As of yesterday, that title can be retired.

Since Mike and Sarah are in town, we had some of Rhiannon’s family over for a dinner BBQ. Tyler joined us for a relatively full house (full if you consider we normally live as as just a couple).

Aside: If you’re ever looking for someone to bring chips and salsa to a meal, Tyler is pretty much the person to come through for you. I think you could be just about anywhere west of the Mississippi, and given a half hour, access to a grocery store, and a promise of a decent meal, I’d put odds around 95% you will have yourself a quality guest bearing quality food. And for the record, Safeway Select Salsa beats Kroger hands down.

Previously, we saw flashes of an outgoing child. When she forgot there was company around or didn’t know if anyone was watching, she would run, jump, play, and talk continuously. Now, it really doesn’t matter who’s around – the talking is always continuous.

Yesterday, the adventure of the day was a bear hunt to the side of the house to look in a window well. This involved walking around the corner, peering into the dark window, commenting on how the bear was in there sleeping, laughing, and running back to the deck where it was safe, or at least safe for 30 seconds until it was time for another bear hunt.

Eventually, her hunting companion would tire and attempt to pass her on to someone else. One time, she was given options.

“Do you want Mike to go with you?”

“No.”

“Chris?”

“No.”

“How about Tyler?”

“No, I want someone normal.”

Um, the last time I checked, not one out of her three options still need someone to accompany them on a trip to the restroom, so I don’t know where she gets her definition of normal. It doesn’t match mine.

We’ve been told in the past that this is how she acts all the time when she’s home with just her parents. We’ve just never seen it for ourselves. I made the comment that “your daughter is crazy” and got the reply “you should try living with her”. Before last night, I still had a hard time believing it.

The Crazy One

Not anymore.

I’m still not her first choice to drag around and play with (which is fine with me), but she no longer will walk the long way around a table or refuse to enter a room because I might be standing near the door.

I guess now I have to take “Can easily terrify small children” off the skills section of my resume..