|Everyday she raids my cabinets of pots and squeals at my feet until I hand her a spoon. Then she takes them to the coffee table and pretends to stir soup. Every few seconds, she grabs one of my candles and takes a drink from it.|
|I love this picture for so many reasons.|
|One day, Scarlett decided she wanted to draw outside. Needless to say, I haven’t been upset about it.|
Scarlett has always had this really illogical habit of learning new words -- practicing them, MASTERING them -- and then promptly and systematically forgetting that they had ever even existed. At any given time in her life she has consistently kept a vocabulary of about two to three words. As soon as she’d learn a new word, the last one was out, never to be heard from again -- even when prompted and reminded and begged for a comeback. It wasn’t until very recently that she started actually accumulating words, which is still a pretty slow go.
Right now, she has more than she’s ever had before at one time. Here’s the rundown:
Baby (her baby doll): Babby!
Brush Teeth: Bruh Tee!
--- (Scarlett’s favorite activity in the universe, THE UNIVERSE, above playing with dump trucks or pulling every book off of the mid-level shelf at the library or even sticking her fingers in the mouths of younger babies, is brushing her teeth. She is pretty much in a constant state of brushing her teeth around the house, taking breaks a few times a day only to eat and sleep and play outside. She says this one a lot.)
Blueberries: Boo Bay!
Thank You: Dane Doo!
For the record, “please” and “thank you” have been said maybe a dozen times collectively in the past four months, and please has since been replaced with the act of slamming her hands down on stuff, and then twisting herself around in a knot on the floor, squealing like a pig being stabbed in the gut. Meanwhile “brush teeth” and “pizza” are said, hands down, more than mommy and daddy and Milo, combined.
On that note, I love how accurate an illustration this is of her capricious personality. Basically all we hear from her all day long are requests to have her teeth brushed and to be fed pizza, peppered intermittently with wild, shrieking laughter, and great, big, growly dinosaur roars. Then again, she hasn’t even woken up yet, and Lord knows there’s no telling what today will bring with this one. Just a few days ago her favorite things were eating chicken and spinach and dancing to the Hokey Pokey. Now when you offer her the chance to do either, all grinny and exaggerated about it, she cries for a toothbrush.
She may not exactly be the linguist her brother was at this age, - or the one her intense (dude, I’m talking INTENSE) love of letters led us to believe that she might be - but she is certainly shaping up to have quite the character. And really, when you can mimic a dying pig like this one can, who needs decipherable language anyway.. Right?