Wednesday, October 23, 2013
The words flow out of her now... every day new ones, things that surprise us. This morning, she reached for the brush, and said "brush." Quite clearly! She looked at the room we are painting, to be her room, and said, "yellow." The babysitter said they practiced that one last night. Yesterday evening when I picked her up, she pointed to the swing on the porch and said, "swing." I asked if they had been on it, and they had not.
"Noooo." Said with emphasis and inflection, and shaking her head, to nearly everything she is asked.
Uh-oh. It's uh-oh.
Mine! It's mine.
dog (although all animals are still "Dala" first)
Banana (or 'nana)
She will mimic lots of words, repeating after us.
Monday, October 14, 2013
Favorite word: Mine. Is it mine? It's Mine! Mine, mine!
When she wants milk: mi? mi?
Put it on? (can mean put it on, or take it off).
Is it ot (hot)? (can mean is it is hot, or it is cold).
All animals that walk on four legs are "dala" (the name of our cat).
Words heard more than once: bird, nose, nana (banana), water, baby, potty, tissue, bottom, shoe (one syllable), Dada, home.
Words heard once, mimicked: Julian, elephant, Thank You.
Later, we went dancing, the Sunday milonga at Oasis. Bug and I went early, we had dinner there. When our pizza and quesadilla came, she was eager, climbed up onto her chair, reaching above her head to her plate, munching happily on pieces I cut for her. When her hunger was assuaged, she climbed onto my lap, watching me eat. Then she wriggled down, reached for my hand, and led me onto the dance floor. We danced, forwards and backwards, her giggles filling the room as she pulled us in circles until we were dizzy. Dad came later, her face lit up when she saw him, and she leaned her head on his chest, their faces so alike. They danced together, a dance of silly colgadas and volcadas and lots of laughter. She fell asleep on his shoulder. She looked at us when he put her in the stroller, but closed her eyes again. Seeing me free another tanguero took my hand, and I didn't refuse. My sweetheart took another partner. But the next tanda we danced together, and the next, and then the compacita without letting go of each other. We kept dancing through the song after the compacita that wasn't tango at all.
Little Bug was asleep when we got home, and the bed was ours.