2005-03-21 - 1:02 p.m.
A List of Baby Stories
Not, I'm sure, that anyone cares, but just for the record, we're doing much better.
Sleeping through the night is important. I don't think I'd have made it without that development.
I should check my previous entries - I never remember what I've written about and what I haven't. But I don't feel like it. So here are some random stories, some of which you may have heard before (but don't bother trying to stop me).
On our first trip to Texas Thanksgiving, K initiated a game for the first time (peek-a-boo). Great comic relief for the Plane Ride From Hell (guest starring Poop Everywhere!) Exactly a year later, coming home from another Texas Thanksgiving, she told me her first joke.
Her: Knock, knock.
Me: Who's there?
Her: Joke!
I laughed, anyway.
Latest Kism: "rainbrella". (You know, like a parasol, but to keep you dry in inclement weather.) She also demands to eat onions constantly, which is really, really confusing until you realize that's how she says "almonds".
The other day in the library she saw a grumpy little boy in a stroller. He was on his way out, and fussy and crying. First she said, "aww, poor baby". Then she thought for a minute, and said, "cream?" I said, "cream?" She pointed to her diaper area and said, "Bottom! Cream! All better!" Then she started listing other things that might make him feel better, like a passie or some milk. (Which I thought was espeically interesting, since she's never used a pacifier and, when we found one, told me, "mouth". I said, "you put it in your mouth?" She said, "no, baby mouth".)
In "Olivia and the Missing Toy", there's a page where Olivia finds out (spoiler alert!) that the dog chewed her toy. The second or third time we read it, K looked at me and said, "No dog! No chew toy! Chew banana, rice cracker!"
See? Now that she can tell me what she's thinking about, we get along much better. I never cease to be amazed by the stuff she comes up with. (Annoyed, ok, sometimes. Especially when it's a 20-minute monologue on "play dollhouse!" But still. Amazed.)
She can also draw pictures and tell me what she's drawing, clap (mostly) in time to music, make up songs, recognize all the letters and count to somewhere between 12 and 20 (depends on how she's feeling at the time).
Just, you know, mentioning it.