Just kidding. We thought we'd let you in on what turned out to be the longest conversation that Aria and I have ever had. It turned out to be pretty circular, and rambling, and a bunch of other things typical of a 2yr old whose primary fighting sleep. But it's undoubtedly cute.
Keep in mind, that this is well after our nightly routine, and Aria and I are pretty much in the total dark. She just started talking and talking, and was obviously in good spirits, so I grabbed the mp3 recorder and captured some of it. We started a good 15mins before, and ended a fair amount of time after.
Listen at will -- I expect there will be very few that put the whole ~45mins into it, but if you do, you'll be rewarded with the semi-coherent ramblings of a two-year old, and two attempts at a lullaby by her father. She is soundly asleep now, believe it or not.
Click here to download.
May 13, 2010
She'll Get Her Point Across
Aria's vocabulary is growing rapidly. But as she reaches out further, she's getting to some pretty priceless places.
She had a little cut on her toe, so her Mom gave her a Band-Aid. It was a brightly coloured, which of course was very special to Aria, but she was given instructions not to touch it. For the rest of the day she told us both (raising one cautioning finger, and tilting her head down for emphasis): "Don't touch Awya's bamp-babe." The greatest is that she's learning to subtly vary how she says things until she's actually communicating, so we got: "bammabe...bamblape...blamplabe".
Deb was washing the mirror in the bathroom. Aria watched in fascination, and then asked: "Is Mommy washing the face, the face...toilet?" (Perhaps Deb was looking a little flushed? Sorry, couldn't resist!)
Aria and I went to Chapters yesterday where she likes to play with the "choo-trains", and there was a toy helicopter there. I congratulated her on recognising it as an "ay-plain", and then told her it was a special kind called a helicopter. She said "Oooh, owie-popper!"
She has just entered the possessive stage. She apparently owns all the cars on our block, most of the houses and buildings in our neighbourhood, and just about anything else she can point at. Because things are called "yours" or "hers", she calls everything "mines". When she gestures to herself it's with her whole hand up by her collar bone: "This Awya's house? It mines!"
She had a little cut on her toe, so her Mom gave her a Band-Aid. It was a brightly coloured, which of course was very special to Aria, but she was given instructions not to touch it. For the rest of the day she told us both (raising one cautioning finger, and tilting her head down for emphasis): "Don't touch Awya's bamp-babe." The greatest is that she's learning to subtly vary how she says things until she's actually communicating, so we got: "bammabe...bamblape...blamplabe".
Deb was washing the mirror in the bathroom. Aria watched in fascination, and then asked: "Is Mommy washing the face, the face...toilet?" (Perhaps Deb was looking a little flushed? Sorry, couldn't resist!)
Aria and I went to Chapters yesterday where she likes to play with the "choo-trains", and there was a toy helicopter there. I congratulated her on recognising it as an "ay-plain", and then told her it was a special kind called a helicopter. She said "Oooh, owie-popper!"
She has just entered the possessive stage. She apparently owns all the cars on our block, most of the houses and buildings in our neighbourhood, and just about anything else she can point at. Because things are called "yours" or "hers", she calls everything "mines". When she gestures to herself it's with her whole hand up by her collar bone: "This Awya's house? It mines!"
May 06, 2010
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