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5.6.09

Premantura (Croatia)

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Labels: travel

scrawled @ 13:44

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4.6.09

twenty months

More sentences. Mama come. Sit down. Red yogurt. Go fast. Byebye people. And you can say please and dankeschön and bitte, and you can repeat numbers and nearly all the letters of the alphabet (your favorite is W: dubble ooo!) and will repeat many words that are said. You like to count, or to pretend to count, though it's hard to tell which. You are of course able to request more things as you have words for them: Song Pie! (which begins, of course, A long, long, time ago... ) or Swing high or ... it is now impossible to keep track of your words, to count them.

You will sit still and watch videos while i cut your fingernails, finally, which is much better than the previous options, which consisted of waiting until you were asleep in your stroller and doing it then (which is like disarming a land mine) or a pitched battle involving both parents alternately trying to keep you frantically distracted or hold you still, neither of which were really possible. Cutting your fingernails all at once in seven minutes (because that's two run-throughs of the crocodile song) is a lot better than cutting them one at a time over a day and a half.

You are understanding words like "later," like "soon." Though i think all words like this mean "five seconds from now" to you, it still helps a little.

You can climb up a ladder and sit down at the top and slide down a slide by yourself (though Mommy doesn't let you do the big ones, yet) and you can hold on to the big kid swing. You can climb on to the rabbit-on-a-spring and the sliding-cat and the teeter totter. You like dropping stuff on the merry go round and making it spin. You like playing in sandboxes, scooping sand or dirt or bits of playground mulchy stuff into cups or buckets, dumping them, trading them, pouring them into each other. You like chasing pigeons, petting strange dogs, and every time you hear the train you want to run and watch it. You can drink from a cup without spilling any. You can kick and throw balls (um, and also trucks and blocks and stuffed animals. Mostly trucks).

We made it to Istria and back in the car and you don't hate the car so much as you used to, in part i think because you are facing forwards now (maybe you were carsick, going backwards?) and in part because you can eat really absolutely anything, so as long as we keep you stocked with eight kinds of crackers and a large variety of fruit and also a nice bottle of camping milk you're mostly okay. Sleeping in a strange place you were again fine (with the Magical Baby Fleece Blanket from IKEA, natch) and we had brought all the regular food, baby yogurt and Cheerios and orange juice. And when we were there of course we went to the OCEAN and it was BIG and COLD and WATERY and it tasted funny and you went swimming (we were careful to keep you in your depth, and also away from the sea urchins - there weren't any jellyfish, but there was a very high concentration of sea urchins in some areas) and you loved it. I'd been telling you to imagine water as far as you could see for a couple of days and we'd been practicing saying OCEAN (OSHUNNNN) and i think it was everything you had ever dreamed and more. You stayed in until your lips turned purple like mine used to, and then when we put you down dry and dressed you tried to run for it again and again and again.

Labels: milestones, toddler

scrawled @ 19:09

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