My daughter is perfect. Just perfect. She is smart, kind, gentle, loving, boisterous and ohmygod she is insanely funny. How can a little person at just 16-almost-17 months of age be so freaking cool? I think the most amazing thing about this feeling is the notion that most parents feel the exact same way about their children. Isn’t it incredible to look into your kids face(s) and know that they, right there standing in front of you, are the freaking coolest kids you know? The best looking, smartest, funniest, best at everything kid you know? And they’re yours. I think it’s pretty great that we all have the best kid we know. But just so you are aware, and I mean this with all seriousness, I really, really do have the best kid. Ever. In the world. The whole wide world and the world wide web. Seriously.
I have been terribly lax at recording all the new cool stuff Avelyn is doing. In July I started a list of all the words she could say and understand but it’s grow exponentially since then. I will never catch up with what I haven’t already recorded so instead we’ll just start right here, right now with what I’ve got.
Words my Hobo can understand:
E-V-E-R-Y-T-H-I-N-G. Watch your mouth.
Words my Hobo can say that sound close enough to the way they are supposed to sound [an off the top of my head list]:
| duck | quack | dog | Etta (our dog) |
| kitty | NO! | Daddy | Momma |
| juice | cracker | glasses | night nigt |
| baa (what a sheep says) | washcloth | outside | water |
| milk | bottle | bird | hi |
| bye bye | flower | light | love |
| ear | nose | eye | boob |
Yeah that’s right, I taught her to say boob. Not technically on purpose, but it was funny as hell when the moment arose and I just had to go for it. It’s not as if she will be interviewing for a job when she’s 21 years old and list among her accomplishments “Well, I said ‘boob’ when I was a wee 16 month old baby and I can still identify them on almost anyone”.
Don’t worry, it’s not a word we’re going to encourage but hot damn it is funny to hear. She says it so quiet too, as if it’s a naughty word.
“Avelyn, say ‘BOOB’” I will tell her.
“Boob” she says in an almost whisper.
“Where’s Mommy’s boob?” I will ask (I think she’s had it pretty good so far so I need to give her something to talk about in therapy).
She will stare at me and either point to my belly button or to my, er, boob. All of this ends with outrageous, side slapping laughter and bubbly little giggles, the kind that sound so sweet because they know they’ve gotten away with something good.
Speaking of belly buttons, she found hers in the last week or so. You’d think she’d found the holy grail. As if we had been hiding all the belly buttons in the world until one day she stumbled upon hers and by golly if that thing wasn’t the weirdest thing EVERRRRR and ohmygod MOM AND DAD HAVE THEM TOO!?!? SERIOUSLY!?!?!
She will pull her shirt up whenever, wherever to find it and then point at our bellies expectantly, waiting to push her little fat finger in ours as well. I have news for you kid, my belly button could eat your hand and you’d never get it back it’s so deep. All thanks to you. It’s not as bad as the immediate post partum belly button, you know the one that could swallow your newborn baby if you weren’t holding them with both hands? It’s not that bad anymore, but what was once a taut, attractive innie of a button is now large enough in diameter that it can easily take in an entire 16-almost-17 month old index finger. IT’S SCARY.
So just in case you were wondering, everything around here, as they say, is coming up roses.
Not only can she say it BUT you prompt her to say it?!
That’ll be funny until preschool.
And I’ll agree, you got one heck of a cute, awesome kid there.
One of Tyson’s first words was “flag” but it came out as “truck” with and f instead of tr. The first time we kinda looked at each other like, did he just…nah…couldn’t have. The next time we smirked. The third time he pointed to a flag and we knew what he meant. Then he decided to very appropriately inform us of the “flag” in the foyer at church while we were talking to one of the elders. Fantastic.
FYI… spoken in a quiet little voice hoping only grown up people read silently to themselves with nobody else in the room…
(She WILL remember “boob” at the worst, most embarassing moments and you will die with red cheeks, redder than Fiji Apples!)
I remember my first saying so inquisitively to her Aunt inside SAMS, “That lady’s butt is SO BIG, How does she go potty?” to which the lady with the BIG butt, turned and stared down the aunt and did not smile at the pretty little 4-year old blonde girl…. while the aunt tried to escape and then thrust that cute little 4-year old blonde girl back into the mommy’s arms and NEVER EVER took that little girl shopping again! Ever! Never, ever, ever!!!!!!
Watch out for the “boob”… it WILL haunt you!!! Just an FYI to the mom of the whole wide world’s smartest, prettiest, funniest little Avelyn. Beware!
I have no recollection of this event of which you speak. Stop trying to blaspheme my, er, your first’s, good name.
GORGEOUS photo of the Hobo. Love it. And, I’m loving the parental prompting to say “boob”. Ha!
I saw this picture of the tutu’d little girl in her Converse and thought of Avelyn. I don’t know if you do tutu’s but it sure is sweet with those Converse! http://www.etsy.com/view_listing.php?listing_id=29937935
Oh my Lord that is too cute. I DO do tutu’s but I just haven’t bought one yet. I may have to reconsider Avelyn’s fall wardrobe…
Wow. I am going to be 110% honest with you and tell you that this post makes me so envious that I’m surprised I don’t get zapped to hell.
Anyway.
No tutus??? The girl is seriously deprived!!
Those EYELASHES. Ridiculous. <3