Saturday, November 7, 2015

Speech 101

Naomi's words are here. And my here I mean always. Constant. Questions, statements, questions, statements, statements that need affirming, statements that need translating, and everywhere, all the time she finds, "ABCs!!!"

And I love it. Jim loves it. It's fascinating to watch her memory of words and meanings develop and for her to use them correctly after a 2-3 day break from the word's lesson. And sometimes the prunouncation can sound so terribly obscene that it's either an immediate, long lesson until she gets it right, or a vow to never use that word for the next 6 months and hope she forgets it. Usually the latter. But most of the time that little baby tongue develops her own wittle way of saying sumpin...and it's basically the cutest thing my ears have ever heard and I hope she'll never say it differently. Yes, I know it would be annoying to have a teenager ask if the dog wears socks a billion times a day or to say, "Hans! Hans!" when she needs to clean her hands... but don't remind me that this stocky little human with gapped baby teeth, a rollicking gait, and stinky but still kissable feet is growing. I AM WELL AWARE, OKAY?!!!

Me, quietly: Hey little girly. You slept in.
Her: ...squinty stare...little grin.
Me: It's so nice and quiet and dark and warm... I understand why.
Her: ... stretch...bigger grin.
Me: I'm glad you're so warm. Winter is coming fast.
Her:...scrambles to sit up.
Me: You don't have to get up. You can take it easy. I'm going to pick out your clothes.

Her: Clothes? Naomi's clothes? Naomi's airplane jammies...off? Mommy, passy (pacifier)? Mommy, blankets? Mommy, slippers? Edel slippers? Uh-oh! Socks! Uh-oh socks! UH-OH SOCKS!! Uh-oh, ankle okay? HEY EDEL! Edel socks? Edel jacket? Naomi's jacket! Annie! Annie's a nakey baby! Naomi poo-poo? No, no, no! Naomi's apple socks? Naomi applesauce? Edel applesauce? Mommy applesauce? Daddy? Daddy work. Daddy work!! Hee hee. Elijah peek-a-boo? Naomi peek-a-boo! Edel-peek-a-boo!

Me: ... ... ...

It's the best run-on conversation EVER.

Monday, August 24, 2015

If it were up to us...

I'm going to act like it hasn't been 8 months since I've blogged.

Yesterday was a lovely, slow, drizzly Sunday afternoon. Naomi toddled around, giggled, babbled and asked us to read books to her. One of those days where we couldn't tell her no for anything. That evening, after telling her it was time for bed and she gladly headed to the stairs, my husband and I followed, watching the little diaper-clad butt trundle up ahead of us. Jim turned to me and said,

"I've caught up to you."
"What do you mean?"
"You've always said that you wish time would stop. That you wish she would stay just the way she is right now. And you've been saying it since she was tiny. Well...I've reached that point. I don't want her to get any bigger. I want time to stop right now."