Not sure if I covered some of these in the last post – too lazy to look – but here goes:
appa: apple
peez: please
abeen: open
obby: potty
yayo: yellow
ot copy: hot coffee
Other funny random things:
The other night when reading you the book your grandmother gave you called ‘Baby Happy, Baby Sad’ you made actual fake crying sounds of a baby crying when I got to the crying page. It was actually slightly convincing – so much so I stopped reading and looked down at your face thinking you were upset and you were totally ‘in character’ crying like a sad baby and then broke into a smile and laughed. It was very funny.
The other night I thought you were asleep – I tip toed into your room to check on you and heard GULP GULP GULP GULP (you sleep with a sippy cup of water) and then a refreshing AHHHHHHHHHH like you took a sip from a frosty beer. Then a pause (not knowing I was there you said) in a raspy voice, “AGUA”
One recent morning I was running around the apartment with my head chopped off trying to get out the door. I was saying, “I just need to find your jacket. Once I find your jacket we can go. I swear I saw your jacket….” on and on. In my hurried state I took a quick glance up to see you totally holding your jacket up and out to me like ‘um…can we get going now’.
Things you love:
Freeze dried fruit, veggie sticks, water and more water – like gallons per day, carrying around tiny washcloths in each of your hands, brushing your teeth, throwing things like bath toys into the tub while it is filling up, singing funny songs, tiny mini-waffles, saying ‘muh muh’ (more) when you want more food, pillows and diving on piles of pillows (hilarious!), climbing up and down steps, looking in the mirror at yourself and making faces, brushing your hair and mine, fake food toys, our keys, pulling thousands of books off the shelves, eating stuff you are not allowed too off the floor, Tylenol, opening cabinets you shouldn’t be opening, dogs, big kids, sniffing flowers, saying ‘hiya’ (one word) to everyone you pass on the street at volume ten, rolling around on the new rug in your room, playing with and carrying around shoes, eating snow, etc.
Things you hate:
Anything mushy to eat, cows milk, cheese, veggies (sad), getting your hands sticky or dirty, loud people, fake people in your face, being put in your stroller, sitting on my lap (squirm city), when we try and put the pacifier in your mouth in the middle of the night if you woke up crying – we have to hand it to you instead, getting your nose cleaned, being put on your changing table, coming out of a bath, getting dressed, etc.
Not to be all paranoid mama, but I must warn you that the little girl we used to nanny-share with swallowed a battery. They are very bad to swallow. Just watch out for the little ones; it’s a trauma no one needs to live through.
Now, I realize carrying around a washcloth is, indeed, a genetic trait…but where is her Maraca?
That’s what nonna like to tote around.
hah. appa in this house means dad.
tickles me to hear her speaking in korean.
yeah, dont they just hate nose wiping? i’m always shocked to find how strong a one year old can be, even at second time around!
btw, nice meeting you at the birthday.
i recognized you from blog & F, but seemed totally goofy to say hey you are kdunk! so i pretended! oy.
lilian is totally adorable.