Two and a half

I was teaching Sydney to answer the question, "How old are you?" yesterday. We practiced many times...

Sydney, how old are you?

Two and a half.

Sydney, how old are you?

Two and a half.

Wait. Two and a half?!?

She's two and a half? I don't know how this is just now registering with me. She seems so much older. She's only two and a half.

Yesterday, she came home, opened the tupperware that held the cookies she helped make, took a cookie, and then closed the tupperware (and left it on the floor).

Yesterday, I left my sewing machine out and told her not to mess with it, and she didn't. Just because I told her not to. She did continue to trip over the cord, but I think I was being unreasonable having a cord running across her playroom and expecting her to not trip over it.

Yesterday, she wanted to listen to a certain CD in the car, and when I said, "no" she told me, "it's important to me" instead of pitching a fit... yes, I let her listen to her CD.

Today, she left the pool when I told her to, even though she didn't want to. She did cry, but she took my hand and walked away with me.

Today, she asked for raisins, and when I said, yes, she went and got a cup, got the raisins from the pantry and put the raisins in the cup for herself. She did spill a bunch on the floor, but she picked them up when I asked.

Today, I found her getting into a drawer in the kitchen. When I asked her what she was doing, she said, "I need a bag." Sure enough, she had left over raisins and wanted a ziplock bag to put them in. She then put the ziplock bag with the raisins in her lunchbox, for next time she goes to Libby's.

She's two and a half?

I feel so conflicted. On the one hand, I am stopping to appreciate what an awesome kid she is. On the other, I wonder if I have expected too much of her?

She's only two and a half.