Tuesday, May 31, 2011
At 21-months old, my daughter is like a sponge. She picks up everything.
This is great when it comes to colors, shapes or identifying people she knows.
My grandfather was pleasantly surprised when he walked into the room and she spouted off “GG!” (great-grandpa).
She knows “Boat,” “Dooda” and “Omo” (Boots, Dora and Elmo) like they are her best friends, she has mastered the word, “NO!” and orders the poor, old dog around like a miniature army sergeant.
Aside from reading her “poots” (books), her favorite thing to do though is point out body parts she knows.
She will poke the nearest victim in the eye and say, “Eeyyyyyeee!”
Give an ear a yank and say, “Eeeaaaa!”
Jab someone in the nose with a “Nooossee!”
And pull hair while saying, “Aaaiiiirr!” (painful yes, but it could be worse, her baby dolls have bald spots).
My daughter’s favorite body part is her stomach and whoever else’s stomach (Mommy’s, Daddy’s Memaw’s, Grandpa’s, unsuspecting stranger’s) she can reveal to the world (or at least to the crowd of parents at the baseball park).
“Bewwy!” (belly) she screeches with a grin while she yanks her shirt up and stabs her finger into her belly-button.
She has no shame, no modesty - just a little frog belly she’s quite proud of.
I took her to the mall for a quick errand thinking, “She’s tired. She will take a snooze in her stroller while we walk around.”
Ha! I should know better - and I should invest in some larger size Onsies that snap.
She discretely unfastened her belt and slipped out of the stroller.
She paraded up to the first compete stranger she could find, pulled her shirt up to her armpits, poked herself in the gut and said - loud enough for everyone in the store to hear - “BEWWY!”
“Oh, yes! That’s your belly,” said the kind lady with a smile.
My daughter continued to jab her belly-button and stare at the lady for some kind of continued reaction to her wonderful tummy that no one should go without admiring.
“And, that’s your belly-button, yes. What a lovely belly-button you have,” she said.
I quickly gathered up my daughter and stuffed her back into the stroller thanking the lady for humoring my child.
“No one wants to see your belly,” I said to my squirming daughter who fought me tooth and nail to keep her shirt above her head.
I can’t wait for the day my sons decide to teach her where her “booty” is
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