Tuesday, March 30, 2010
One And A Half
She makes us laugh. So often people we know and strangers in the street comment on how funny she is. I agree. She has always been a little character - it's just more obvious to everyone else now.
She is a chatterbox. I wrote a list of all her words recently. There are more than thirty of them. And she really does love being able to tell us what she wants: from 'Nor' (more, used for when she wants food) to 'Dor' (draw), the friendly 'Ha-yo' (hello) and the unfortunate translation of bye - 'Die!' said with a smile and a big wave, even to cars just passing us in the street. Oh, and the phrase that makes her sound like eighteen months going on eighty: 'Dear-oh-dear-oh-dear'.
She is full of energy. She doesn't stop. Ever. She is a busy little person, constantly organising and arranging things around the house, running in and out between the house and the backyard, and grabbing my hand to lead me around and involve me in her game.
She copies everything. We have to be very careful what we do and say, because she does the same. From words and phrases to the tone of voice used, to little mannerisms like standing leaning against something with her ankles crossed or closing a bottom drawer with her foot.
She knows what she wants. When we ask her a question, she now answers with either a very emphatic 'No no no no no no no no no' (said not in a harsh tone, but a smaller, quite dramatic voice) or an excited 'Ya!' (which makes her Omi very excited that she can say a word in German).
She is incredibly brave. From burning her hand to being literally thrown backwards from the force of banging into a door, from grazes, scrapes and bruises, to having a ball kicked right into her stomach - she doesn't let injuries or pain bother her. In her world, there is too much to do and too much to explore, to allow time for self-pity.
She is independent. Cuddles are a no-no (except on her terms), helping her do something is not allowed and she is only just starting to come around to the whole hand-holding thing when we go for a walk.
She is beautiful. She is Abbey.
Posted at 8:32 AM