Okaaaaaaaay....
Jul. 31st, 2008 05:36 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
conuly
Apparently, 'dul teaches a class in parkour at the park, and the kids tag along. This explains a lot, actually - like why Ana is no longer simply clambering up walls shorter than she is, but jumping onto them.
She's saving her clambering for taller walls.
Like, walls so much taller than she is that she has to stand on her tippy-toes just to reach the top.
Walls with, as near as I can tell, no real footholds at all.
And yet, she scrambles right on up there with nary a boost from me!
It's stunning.
Evangeline's not quite there yet, being younger, but oh, is she ever determined to catch up! She and Ana are just the same. Ana couldn't get up a tree today, and when I asked if she was done she turned around and said, quite firmly, "I don't give up, Connie!" Told me! (She did, eventually, give up, but she made sure I understood, and the tree understood, that it's only *temporary*, that next time she is *totally* gonna climb that tree.)
When Ana was this age, I posted a lot about her cute way of talking. At least, I think I did....
Anyway, I don't do that much with Evangeline, because she doesn't *have* a cute way of talking. She's a very fluent, very clear speaker. Ana said "wa-wap" for lap, and "yugix" for music, and "yaygurt" for yogurt, and she still says "wermaid" for mermaid.
Evangeline? She says lappy. Sometimes. She adds that -ie ending to words occasionally. Annnnnd... that's about it.
Which is great, but there's not much to talk about.
She's started that stage where they work out that Language Has Rules, Dammit. I already told you about "It's wunned, Connie!", yesterday she got me again with "buyed". "Mama buyed this for me!" "Oh, she bought it for you? I bet you're glad-" "NO! BUYED! She BUYED it, Connie!" Right. Got it :)
There is one cute thing she does, speechwise. She can't, of course, have food with cow's milk in it... not too much, anyway. She's probably getting better, but we're all pretty careful, right? So she's good about asking for the food she *can* have. And she's always careful to say undairy. Not, note, non-dairy - she'll correct the dickens out of you - but undairy.
Which is pretty cute.
Since Evangeline has been big enough to play, her sister has played house with her.
Mostly, Ana was the mom, and Evangeline was the baby. Occasionally, Ana was still the mom, Evangeline was the dad, and one of the dolls was the baby. Once in a while Ana was the big sister, Evangeline was the baby, and I was the aunt, at which point it's not quite pretend anymore, but nobody seemed to notice that but me.
Evangeline, as she got older, was getting pretty frustrated with this. She didn't *want* to be the baby. So she tried taking matters into her own hands. She'd chase Ana around yelling that it was ANA'S TURN TO BE THE BABY. (Ana really didn't want to be the baby.)
Evangeline didn't want to be the dad, either. Daddies are boys. She's not a boy. Makes sense, no?
They've finally decided on a compromise.
I get to be the baby. And they're both the mom!
Being the baby mostly involves pretending to cry a lot so that Evangeline can run over, hug me, and go "sh, sh, it's all right, baby", so that's all right. When Ana was that age, being the baby meant pretending to hit her so she could put me in time-out, so this is better.
She's saving her clambering for taller walls.
Like, walls so much taller than she is that she has to stand on her tippy-toes just to reach the top.
Walls with, as near as I can tell, no real footholds at all.
And yet, she scrambles right on up there with nary a boost from me!
It's stunning.
Evangeline's not quite there yet, being younger, but oh, is she ever determined to catch up! She and Ana are just the same. Ana couldn't get up a tree today, and when I asked if she was done she turned around and said, quite firmly, "I don't give up, Connie!" Told me! (She did, eventually, give up, but she made sure I understood, and the tree understood, that it's only *temporary*, that next time she is *totally* gonna climb that tree.)
When Ana was this age, I posted a lot about her cute way of talking. At least, I think I did....
Anyway, I don't do that much with Evangeline, because she doesn't *have* a cute way of talking. She's a very fluent, very clear speaker. Ana said "wa-wap" for lap, and "yugix" for music, and "yaygurt" for yogurt, and she still says "wermaid" for mermaid.
Evangeline? She says lappy. Sometimes. She adds that -ie ending to words occasionally. Annnnnd... that's about it.
Which is great, but there's not much to talk about.
She's started that stage where they work out that Language Has Rules, Dammit. I already told you about "It's wunned, Connie!", yesterday she got me again with "buyed". "Mama buyed this for me!" "Oh, she bought it for you? I bet you're glad-" "NO! BUYED! She BUYED it, Connie!" Right. Got it :)
There is one cute thing she does, speechwise. She can't, of course, have food with cow's milk in it... not too much, anyway. She's probably getting better, but we're all pretty careful, right? So she's good about asking for the food she *can* have. And she's always careful to say undairy. Not, note, non-dairy - she'll correct the dickens out of you - but undairy.
Which is pretty cute.
Since Evangeline has been big enough to play, her sister has played house with her.
Mostly, Ana was the mom, and Evangeline was the baby. Occasionally, Ana was still the mom, Evangeline was the dad, and one of the dolls was the baby. Once in a while Ana was the big sister, Evangeline was the baby, and I was the aunt, at which point it's not quite pretend anymore, but nobody seemed to notice that but me.
Evangeline, as she got older, was getting pretty frustrated with this. She didn't *want* to be the baby. So she tried taking matters into her own hands. She'd chase Ana around yelling that it was ANA'S TURN TO BE THE BABY. (Ana really didn't want to be the baby.)
Evangeline didn't want to be the dad, either. Daddies are boys. She's not a boy. Makes sense, no?
They've finally decided on a compromise.
I get to be the baby. And they're both the mom!
Being the baby mostly involves pretending to cry a lot so that Evangeline can run over, hug me, and go "sh, sh, it's all right, baby", so that's all right. When Ana was that age, being the baby meant pretending to hit her so she could put me in time-out, so this is better.
