Last year when we took our vacation (Baby Girl was just over a year old), Baby Girl's favorite word was "hi!" She'd say it to everyone we passed.
She's doing it again. And she's relentless. Even if they say hi back, she keeps saying it over and over again. It's nice because I used to say "can you say hi?" and she'd wave a little wave. Now she yells "HI!!"
It's pretty cute, but sort of embarrassing sometimes, like when she's screaming at some delivery men while we take a walk.
Showing posts with label Talking. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Talking. Show all posts
Friday, June 10, 2011
Monday, February 21, 2011
A Weekend of Growing Up
This was a wonderful weekend for our family. We had a fabulous time spent together, playing, cleaning, eating--we did everything as a family.
Two things happened this weekend that really show how much Baby Girl is growing up.
You know she calls me "Mom-mom"? It's always actually bothered me a bit. She can say "daddy", but "mommy" just never came out....it was always "mom-mom". It's adorable, yes, but why am I not mommy? I've always called myself mommy and The Hubby has always called me mommy (well, you know, since Baby Girl was born...that would just be creepy otherwise) and she's always called me "mom-mom" in response.
But this weekend she started calling me mommy. And you know what? I sort of miss "mom-mom". I didn't think I would, but now "mommy" sounds odd coming out of her mouth.
For the other part of the story, I need to go back to last weekend. Baby Girl has been really interested in going into the bathroom whenever we do. She'll sit on her stool and read while we go potty and she always wants to watch us, so we let her whenever we don't have guests. She loves to watch Daddy make "bubbles" (lol--he would probably kill me if he knew I wrote that here) and always needs to wash her hands when we do.
Since she's been interested, we thought we'd get her a potty, just to get a little more comfortable with having one around. We definitely aren't pushing her to potty-train anytime soon--she's not even 19 months old yet! We picked up the potty on Sunday, February 13th and she's practiced sitting on it off and on all week. On Saturday (2/19) Baby Girl told me she had to go potty (not unusual), so I took her into the bathroom, took off her diaper, and sat in there with her. She asked for her book and sat there reading. She stood up and wanted to play and I explained that if she didn't have a diaper on, she either needed to sit on the potty or needed to put the diaper on. She then started to grunt a little and I sat her back on the potty. She tried to get up once more (I don't think she's ever actually pooped when she isn't laying down or standing up--she's not a squatter), but I gave her my finger to squeeze and she sat there and pooped on the potty!
I have no idea what this will mean--I don't expect her to fully potty-train or anything, but it looks like we're officially on our way...how frightening! After telling my mom this story, she told me that I was fully trained by the time I turned 2 and that I was really easy to train--I was ready and once I was trained during the day, I was done at night, too. So hopefully Baby Girl will be the same. If not, that's totally okay--I don't have any expectations.
What a big, big girl....I cannot believe she's over a year and a half old and working her way toward 2.
Two things happened this weekend that really show how much Baby Girl is growing up.
You know she calls me "Mom-mom"? It's always actually bothered me a bit. She can say "daddy", but "mommy" just never came out....it was always "mom-mom". It's adorable, yes, but why am I not mommy? I've always called myself mommy and The Hubby has always called me mommy (well, you know, since Baby Girl was born...that would just be creepy otherwise) and she's always called me "mom-mom" in response.
But this weekend she started calling me mommy. And you know what? I sort of miss "mom-mom". I didn't think I would, but now "mommy" sounds odd coming out of her mouth.
For the other part of the story, I need to go back to last weekend. Baby Girl has been really interested in going into the bathroom whenever we do. She'll sit on her stool and read while we go potty and she always wants to watch us, so we let her whenever we don't have guests. She loves to watch Daddy make "bubbles" (lol--he would probably kill me if he knew I wrote that here) and always needs to wash her hands when we do.
Since she's been interested, we thought we'd get her a potty, just to get a little more comfortable with having one around. We definitely aren't pushing her to potty-train anytime soon--she's not even 19 months old yet! We picked up the potty on Sunday, February 13th and she's practiced sitting on it off and on all week. On Saturday (2/19) Baby Girl told me she had to go potty (not unusual), so I took her into the bathroom, took off her diaper, and sat in there with her. She asked for her book and sat there reading. She stood up and wanted to play and I explained that if she didn't have a diaper on, she either needed to sit on the potty or needed to put the diaper on. She then started to grunt a little and I sat her back on the potty. She tried to get up once more (I don't think she's ever actually pooped when she isn't laying down or standing up--she's not a squatter), but I gave her my finger to squeeze and she sat there and pooped on the potty!
I have no idea what this will mean--I don't expect her to fully potty-train or anything, but it looks like we're officially on our way...how frightening! After telling my mom this story, she told me that I was fully trained by the time I turned 2 and that I was really easy to train--I was ready and once I was trained during the day, I was done at night, too. So hopefully Baby Girl will be the same. If not, that's totally okay--I don't have any expectations.
What a big, big girl....I cannot believe she's over a year and a half old and working her way toward 2.
Tuesday, November 23, 2010
Bah
We're having a verbal explosion in our house (and this time it isn't by The Hubby). Baby Girl is trying to say every word you ask and is now identifying shirt, coat, and pants (on her own), and repeating red, green, and blue (and then some). Today she started saying "bye" (although I'm not sure why it took her so long to start). Most people probably wouldn't know what she's saying, but if you pay attention the context, you can typically figure it out.
For instance, there are a lot of words that sound the same. Sock. Truck. Stuck. Duck. But you can typically figure out which she means...eventually.
This brings me to Bah. Bah is her new favorite thing. We walked around my office today, looking for Bah. We were hanging out at the house and she NEEDED to see Bah.
Who is Bah? Well, it's this guy:
Yep. While we may not watch much TV in our house (and, for some reason, I'm generally not a fan of an attachment to characters, even though I was obsessed with Kermit as a kid), apparently my mom kept cartoons on all day the days she watched her. That's fine--it's better than her watching adult programming (we prefer she watch sports....), but it seems like my mom sought out this guy. They watched a lot of Spongebob Squarepants. And now she's obsessed.
Somehow, she also knows that Bob the Builder is Bah (we have a book featuring him). Either way, she loves her Bah.
For instance, there are a lot of words that sound the same. Sock. Truck. Stuck. Duck. But you can typically figure out which she means...eventually.
This brings me to Bah. Bah is her new favorite thing. We walked around my office today, looking for Bah. We were hanging out at the house and she NEEDED to see Bah.
Who is Bah? Well, it's this guy:
Yep. While we may not watch much TV in our house (and, for some reason, I'm generally not a fan of an attachment to characters, even though I was obsessed with Kermit as a kid), apparently my mom kept cartoons on all day the days she watched her. That's fine--it's better than her watching adult programming (we prefer she watch sports....), but it seems like my mom sought out this guy. They watched a lot of Spongebob Squarepants. And now she's obsessed.
Somehow, she also knows that Bob the Builder is Bah (we have a book featuring him). Either way, she loves her Bah.
Tuesday, November 2, 2010
Mom....Finally!
Baby Girl's second word was "dada". After duck, this was the first word she said in reference to something, not just babbling consonant/vowel combinations. I was a teensy bit jealous, of course, but generally just so happy that she loves her daddy. I mean, I *had* been the one who had nursed her day and night for months on end, who always made sure to refer to herself in the third person so she didn't get confused....
But no, my baby girl said "dada". Fine.
I was okay with it, loved that she loves her daddy, no matter what the previous paragraph suggests.
But after a few months, after months of "duck", "truck", "quack", "shoes", "juice", "hi", "hello", "sock", "da-eeeee" (seriously...melt!)....I was really hoping to hear "mama". Or "mommy". Or even "mom".
We even fight in the car about it, she and I. I pick her up from the sitters and she sits in the back and says "DA-EEEEEEE". I tell her Daddy is at home, but we'll see him when we get there.
After a pause, I say, "Baby Girl, who am I?"
Silence.
"Baby Girl, can you say 'Mommy'?"
"DA-EEEEEEE"
"MOM-eeeeee"
"DADDDEEEEEE"
"mommy?"
"DAAAADDDEEEEEE"
Repeat, ad naseum or until she gets distracted and points out a semi truck driving down the road (or a pickup or a car or a motorcycle...all called "GUCK!").
But yesterday I was cooking dinner when The Hubby came in the door with Baby Girl. And the first thing I hear? "Mom?"
(be still my heart)
"Yes baby?"
And then the happy stomping of those little size 4s running across our living room toward the kitchen. "Mom!" Ahhh.... Bliss.
After dinner was cooking, I went into the bathroom while Baby Girl played with her daddy. I was in there, enjoying a little bit of alone time (yes, I realize this is a little depressing, but I think most mommies will understand), when I hear "MAWWWWM" (because it's definitely said with an "aw" in the middle) and a little hand banging on the door.
This time, I wasn't upset about missing out on my alone time. I cracked the door (because my first floor bathroom is small enough that you can't open the door all the way when you're sitting down) and looked out at her. She reached her hand up to me and I kissed her little palm. She smiled, giggled and ran back to her daddy.
(melt)
Now, don't think that this is happening all the time. She still called me Daddy once last night and this morning we had the same discussion in the car about Mommy versus Daddy. But knowing that she *does* know who I am and can say "mom" (even if it isn't "mommy"), I am a happy Mommy. Errr....Mom.
But no, my baby girl said "dada". Fine.
I was okay with it, loved that she loves her daddy, no matter what the previous paragraph suggests.
But after a few months, after months of "duck", "truck", "quack", "shoes", "juice", "hi", "hello", "sock", "da-eeeee" (seriously...melt!)....I was really hoping to hear "mama". Or "mommy". Or even "mom".
We even fight in the car about it, she and I. I pick her up from the sitters and she sits in the back and says "DA-EEEEEEE". I tell her Daddy is at home, but we'll see him when we get there.
After a pause, I say, "Baby Girl, who am I?"
Silence.
"Baby Girl, can you say 'Mommy'?"
"DA-EEEEEEE"
"MOM-eeeeee"
"DADDDEEEEEE"
"mommy?"
"DAAAADDDEEEEEE"
Repeat, ad naseum or until she gets distracted and points out a semi truck driving down the road (or a pickup or a car or a motorcycle...all called "GUCK!").
But yesterday I was cooking dinner when The Hubby came in the door with Baby Girl. And the first thing I hear? "Mom?"
(be still my heart)
"Yes baby?"
And then the happy stomping of those little size 4s running across our living room toward the kitchen. "Mom!" Ahhh.... Bliss.
After dinner was cooking, I went into the bathroom while Baby Girl played with her daddy. I was in there, enjoying a little bit of alone time (yes, I realize this is a little depressing, but I think most mommies will understand), when I hear "MAWWWWM" (because it's definitely said with an "aw" in the middle) and a little hand banging on the door.
This time, I wasn't upset about missing out on my alone time. I cracked the door (because my first floor bathroom is small enough that you can't open the door all the way when you're sitting down) and looked out at her. She reached her hand up to me and I kissed her little palm. She smiled, giggled and ran back to her daddy.
(melt)
Now, don't think that this is happening all the time. She still called me Daddy once last night and this morning we had the same discussion in the car about Mommy versus Daddy. But knowing that she *does* know who I am and can say "mom" (even if it isn't "mommy"), I am a happy Mommy. Errr....Mom.
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)
