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kcobwebI'm listening to squirrels scuffling (hot-n-heavy squirrel sex?) on the roof directly over my head, and contemplating sending an email to the Powers-That-Be at work, saying, "gee, I couldn't help but notice that the mileage reimbursement rate you're using is several years out of date." (I may get in trouble for being a shit-stirrer. Oh bummer.)
Elena is going to be 23 months old in just a few days. We got invited to a birthday party next weekend, and these kids (twins) are only a few weeks older than she is! Ack! How did this happen?
This morning's rendition of Green Eggs and Ham, in Elenese, with translation of what the book actually says:
Sam [I am Sam]
Sam [I am Sam]
Sa-am [Sam-I-am]
Ah Sa-am [That Sam-I-Am]
Ah Sa-am [That Sam-I-Am]
Ah no ah Sa-am [I do not like that Sam-I-Am]
Egge, hammm? [Do you like green eggs and ham?]
No egge, hammm. [I do not like them, Sam-I-Am.]
We thought that version would stand as a great summary of the book, but she had me read on from that point (here, there, house, mouse, et cetera, et cetera and so forth).
She said "Hi Gram" on the phone to my mother this morning (first time she's actually talked on the phone, as opposed to listening). She actually thinks every time I'm on the phone that I'm talking to my mother, and starts bugging me for the phone. Every phone call I make is with a small child at my knees saying "Gram? Gram?"
She knows so many words - I keep thinking I should make lists, but I never have the time, and now I think it's exploding beyond my control/ability. houma=phone. map=milk. buh-sick=breadstick. tatters=crackers. Ta' nap means lying down. gunk=fall/drop. (gunk cup! is "I dropped my cup/the cup fell") One of her books has pictures of a slug (sugguh), a chainsaw (chuh-saw), a checkbook (keck-boop), and a calculator (tatalator, or something like that - all the syllables are there, so in context it's pretty recognizable). Chocolate=kunk, which sounds a lot like cake=keck. Keck also stands for cookies, as in Keck Natter (Cookie Monster). natter also = number (as in, letters and natters, which she loves). vulva=baba (yeah, really). pum=thumb (and also plum - I'm not sure we've had to distinguish between the two). tat=cat. soh=snow.
She can count to 20, more or less. She used to get hung up on 3 and 4 - she has now learned "three" and has 4 and 5 confused. From there, she zooms up to 12, and 13-20 is vague, but recognizable. We were watching the Weather Channel this morning and the forecast for tonight was 17, and she recognized that on the screen.
Everything is imitation right now. At lunch she asked for a breadstick, and I said "breadstick, please" and she repeated that, and then I gave it to her, and then explained that after someone gives you something, you say "thank you" and she did. This also means we're trying to watch our language, with varying degrees of success. Some days that's easier than others. ;)
This past week, her doll has become really central to everything - she wants it with her in her high chair, the doll points to the pictures in books, the doll is taking a nap.... Sometimes E picks her up and swings her back and forth in her arms, shushing her. Diaper changes have become a power struggle between us, so I made a diaper for the doll (out of an old T-shirt sleeve and a little velcro) - first we'll change the doll, and then it's your turn - but the doll has clothes that are hard to get on and off, so I think my next quick project might be some easy-off doll clothes. A little loose dress perhaps. Doll does not have a name, just Doll.
And yes, the power struggles. This is just with me, not with![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
galagan. The car seat and diaper changes are the major ones (though there are tons of minor ones too). Whenever we go someplace, she'll get in the car, but won't get in her seat, won't sit down. If I try to lift her into the seat, she screams and writhes. So I often try to wait her out, while pointing out that we can't go anywhere till she complies (and she doesn't understand cause-and-effect yet, so this does not work). If I act bored enough, sometimes she'll do it. Or sometimes I have to make her. Whatever it is, I've spent too much time this week sitting in my freezing cold car parked in my driveway or a parking lot, waiting for her majesty to sit down. Sheesh.
So as not to end on a down note, I'll mention that she built these amazing towers last night with her blocks, which went as tall as she is! She's getting the sense that you can't put big blocks on top of smaller blocks, or it will all fall down. Her sense of balance is getting really good too.
Four and a half weeks till her birthday!
Five weeks till we close on our house!
ETA: I know one I forgot! Suggle-samwich=snuggle sandwich. As in, she lies on the bed between us and we snuggle.
Elena is going to be 23 months old in just a few days. We got invited to a birthday party next weekend, and these kids (twins) are only a few weeks older than she is! Ack! How did this happen?
This morning's rendition of Green Eggs and Ham, in Elenese, with translation of what the book actually says:
Sam [I am Sam]
Sam [I am Sam]
Sa-am [Sam-I-am]
Ah Sa-am [That Sam-I-Am]
Ah Sa-am [That Sam-I-Am]
Ah no ah Sa-am [I do not like that Sam-I-Am]
Egge, hammm? [Do you like green eggs and ham?]
No egge, hammm. [I do not like them, Sam-I-Am.]
We thought that version would stand as a great summary of the book, but she had me read on from that point (here, there, house, mouse, et cetera, et cetera and so forth).
She said "Hi Gram" on the phone to my mother this morning (first time she's actually talked on the phone, as opposed to listening). She actually thinks every time I'm on the phone that I'm talking to my mother, and starts bugging me for the phone. Every phone call I make is with a small child at my knees saying "Gram? Gram?"
She knows so many words - I keep thinking I should make lists, but I never have the time, and now I think it's exploding beyond my control/ability. houma=phone. map=milk. buh-sick=breadstick. tatters=crackers. Ta' nap means lying down. gunk=fall/drop. (gunk cup! is "I dropped my cup/the cup fell") One of her books has pictures of a slug (sugguh), a chainsaw (chuh-saw), a checkbook (keck-boop), and a calculator (tatalator, or something like that - all the syllables are there, so in context it's pretty recognizable). Chocolate=kunk, which sounds a lot like cake=keck. Keck also stands for cookies, as in Keck Natter (Cookie Monster). natter also = number (as in, letters and natters, which she loves). vulva=baba (yeah, really). pum=thumb (and also plum - I'm not sure we've had to distinguish between the two). tat=cat. soh=snow.
She can count to 20, more or less. She used to get hung up on 3 and 4 - she has now learned "three" and has 4 and 5 confused. From there, she zooms up to 12, and 13-20 is vague, but recognizable. We were watching the Weather Channel this morning and the forecast for tonight was 17, and she recognized that on the screen.
Everything is imitation right now. At lunch she asked for a breadstick, and I said "breadstick, please" and she repeated that, and then I gave it to her, and then explained that after someone gives you something, you say "thank you" and she did. This also means we're trying to watch our language, with varying degrees of success. Some days that's easier than others. ;)
This past week, her doll has become really central to everything - she wants it with her in her high chair, the doll points to the pictures in books, the doll is taking a nap.... Sometimes E picks her up and swings her back and forth in her arms, shushing her. Diaper changes have become a power struggle between us, so I made a diaper for the doll (out of an old T-shirt sleeve and a little velcro) - first we'll change the doll, and then it's your turn - but the doll has clothes that are hard to get on and off, so I think my next quick project might be some easy-off doll clothes. A little loose dress perhaps. Doll does not have a name, just Doll.
And yes, the power struggles. This is just with me, not with
galagan. The car seat and diaper changes are the major ones (though there are tons of minor ones too). Whenever we go someplace, she'll get in the car, but won't get in her seat, won't sit down. If I try to lift her into the seat, she screams and writhes. So I often try to wait her out, while pointing out that we can't go anywhere till she complies (and she doesn't understand cause-and-effect yet, so this does not work). If I act bored enough, sometimes she'll do it. Or sometimes I have to make her. Whatever it is, I've spent too much time this week sitting in my freezing cold car parked in my driveway or a parking lot, waiting for her majesty to sit down. Sheesh.So as not to end on a down note, I'll mention that she built these amazing towers last night with her blocks, which went as tall as she is! She's getting the sense that you can't put big blocks on top of smaller blocks, or it will all fall down. Her sense of balance is getting really good too.
Four and a half weeks till her birthday!
Five weeks till we close on our house!
ETA: I know one I forgot! Suggle-samwich=snuggle sandwich. As in, she lies on the bed between us and we snuggle.
