Because of our dogs, we have to feed our cat Theo on the stairs and put a gate up to keep the dogs out (and Eliza from going up). Theo often sits on the steps and cries to be fed. Eliza likes to play in the cabinet where we keep the paper plates which we use for his food and also where we keep his cat food. She likes to move the cans around, stack and unstack them. Very two. She was playing in there earlier today, right before I took her up for her nap. On the way back downstairs I noticed that she had left one paper plate and one can of cat food on the bottom step ... seemingly for Theo. It made me smile. Smart girl!
Yesterday my mom and I taught her to pat her chest indicating "mine" which she was using today. I'm pretty sure she even said "mine" at one point. While we were practicing this she also let me know that she understands the other meaning of patting her chest, which means "Eliza". I'd say her name and she'd pat her chest. Then she looked at my diet coke and patted her chest. I had to pat my chest and say, "mommies". Ha!
