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!"
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Her new one last night was in the tub while I was reading a book and watching her. She was done playing around, and told me to "stop booking, Awia all done". SO FUNNY!
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