Her vocabulary is expanding quickly, and she's stringing together three or four words (some of which might only classify as 'grunting sounds' rather than words to the untrained, non-parental ear) to get across concepts, aka demand things.
At costco this morning, whenever david stepped around a corner ahead of the cart, she'd immediately grin, throw up her hands palms-up and say "eh daddy go? eh daddy go?" and then when we caught up with him, "EH he iz!!"
When demanding we put on baby einstein: neighborhood animals she now puts together both "goggy" and "teebee" in addition to the pointing at the TV, just in case we were too thick to get it.
And on that note, she's still "goggy" crazy. David just put together some DVDs for her to watch on the plane next week and I noticed that one of them is labeled simply "Goggy". She sleeps in a crib with one massive goggy pillow and around five goggy stuffed animals, anything non-canine having been unceremoniously thrown out of the crib to make room for more goggies. I'm really not sure what to do about that big pillow and the plane... can I afford not to take it?
Every once in a while we'll catch her singing something that sounds eerily like a grunted version of the ABCs, although she seems to do mostly Bs and Gs "ehh behh geeh beeh beh geh beh..."
And of course, anything her dear brother does, she wants to do. Jared wants to run around in circles dancing? There are now two younguns running around in circles dancing. Hiding under a blanket? No longer a solitary exercise. Running to mommy? Check. Putting on shoes? Check. Taking off shoes? Check. This sounds all very well and cute, except that Jared isn't always an angel and well, any time he raises his voice or starts crying... oy. Particularly in the car. We recently had an episode like that where the screaming escalated so much that I actually passed through the valley of frustration, over the mountain of headache, and to the river of OK-this-is-straight-out-of-a-commercial-for-birth-control which just made me start laughing.
Note to self: She still has the cheeky triple-thigh roll. Why is it so stinking cute on her, and not so much on me?
I've been known to start crying myself (louder than the two squirts in the back) in the car when they are both going and I swear it shuts them up FAST!
Posted by: Kristin | September 07, 2007 at 09:22 PM