- She is talking up a storm. A conversationalist. Like with full, thought-out thoughts and everything. I love to watch her as she acutely observes something menial and then wait for her interpretation to make its way out. An example: yesterday we walked Boscoe to Haggen to recycle our cans. She watched silent and wide-eyed as I put all of them one by one into the noisy machine, and the second I was done, asked: "Mama vacuum the beers?"
- She is in that "repeating random things she hears" stage. Currently her favorite one - as we're constantly listening to the all-Christmas stations when driving - is to repeat the little station identification jingle: "K-one-oh-kweee!"
- There are a few - not many, but a few - of her books that she knows by heart and will sit down and read cover to cover for you if you're patient and let it happen. Close to verbatim, too. The first time it happened I just sat there and held my breath, not wanting to break the spell. She's going to be an avid reader and I'm pleased about it. My lifelong goal is to raise a child that knows the gosh-darned difference between "its" and "it's".
- She is all about the "buppy" - her term for blankie. She hoards them at bedtime and asks for more...three is the absolute minimum. She isn't partial to any one in particular (which is especially freeing on laundry day) although she likes what she calls "mama's buppy", this blanket I was given the day I was born which boasts a combination of ballerina mice and music notes, don't ask me why.
- In probably just the last couple weeks, she's turned the tables on encouragement and will now and then bust out with a "good job, mama!" when I correctly identify some animal or put away a lego or present her with an especially good orange. So entertaining to hear my own words coming back at me, but I'll admit, it's nice to hear. Even though I've known what a duck says for quite some time now. =)
- She gets strangely upset over spills. This began a few weeks ago when she was sick and throwing up. She'd insist over and over, "Wipe it up! Wipe it up, mama! Wipe it up!" I swear she was more upset about the mess in her bed than about her sick tummy. She'll then apologize for it repeatedly.
- She walks around on her tiptoes - all the time. Don't know why.
- She's now mastered 1-10 (for a while she stubbornly left out 4), just about all of the alphabet, a good number of colors (everything used to be "green"), and thanks to Auntie Jill, can rattle off the spelling of her own name.
- She tends to hit herself when angry. Just full on hauls off and smacks herself in the face. That has been from early on...around the time she turned one. Then she gives you this pointed look like "What are you going to do about THAT?" It's not as funny as it used to be. I'm just grateful she's not one of those kids who holds their breath until they pass out when they're mad.
- She knows what it is to be -and likes to do things that will be deemed - funny, pretty or silly.
- She's made up this little song that simply goes, "Mama and daddy, mama and daddy..." It's about Drew's favorite thing in the world. She'll sing it when we're all cudded into our bed with Boscoe laying there too and I really think I don't need anything else to be happy.
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1 year ago
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oh my goodness....Lacy does the same thing. Hits herself on the head when angry...and from about the same point as well. To tell you truth, I am relieved to hear of another little one doing this as well. We are still working on it, but she is not doing it as much as before! Oh these little ones and what they do!
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