Lilian has been DEFCON level one levels of cute lately. I’m soaking it all up like a camel, because we only have a few more months before she turns two and (I know it, I just know it) all hell breaks loose.
She’s just exploding with words.
(Please oh please oh please don’t let a keyword search of this blog land me on some terrorist watch list).
She says mama and papa and doggy and kitty. But she also roars if you ask her what noise a dinosaur makes. And she slaps her face and goes “oh noooooo!” if she drops something on the floor. She loves to hold our hands and have us say “One – two – three, wheeeee!” and lift her up in the air. She calls it “uppadum!”
(Pronounced like papadum, the delicious indian food).
I often have to ask her daycare teachers if they sing any songs with the random words that she busts out. For the record, there is a song that involves smacking your face and going “ooooh nooooo.” There is also a song about up and down (uppadum!).
She is still obsessed with shoes. My sister made the mistake of taking her into Gymboree last weekend (rookie mistake!). They ended up walking out with another new pair of shoes. This pair has zebra faces on the toes, but Lilian insists on calling them her monkey shoes.
(She also refers to pears as apples. I have been making jokes that now she’s going to be stuck going to Yale instead of Harvard.)
She walks around the house with our shoes on. She’s surprisingly steady in my kitten heels. She will also steal her daycare teachers’ shoes if they take them off. And, if she gets bored, she will try to take their shoes off for them. Her teacher told me that she was pretty surprised at how well Lilian gets around in grownup shoes. I told her that, well, she’s had an awful lot of practice.
Sometimes, I worry that I am unintentionally turning her into a future Imelda Marcos. But, she’s also apparently obsessed with hockey, so I think she’s pretty well-balanced.
After that video, we turned on some crappy documentary about “Hockey’s Greatest Rivals!” because I was curious what Lilian would say about it. They were showing this video of two goalies fighting. Lilian started clapping her hands and going “yayyyyyy!!!!”
(I choose to assume that she’s just that into hockey, and not that she’s particularly into watching two grown men throwing punches at each other).
She still eats pretty much anything we offer to her, although I’m told that changes when they get a little older. We went out for frozen yogurt the other day and she had no interest in any of the various chocolate covered things that Kristian had put on his. She wasn’t interested in anybody’s yogurt. But she did eat every single one of my raspberries. I was joking that we accidentally broke our kid by keeping most chocolate out of the house.
(I’m pretty sure she will get to preschool and then come home and call bullshit on all of the “treats” that we give her.)
She can sing most of “Frere Jacques” using la la la instead of words. She also does a rendition using ducky ducky instead of la la la, because I sing it to her in the bathtub.
Her favorite book is Hug
I spent most of Monday at a client’s building, but I finished up what I was doing and needed a place to work for a couple of hours. My mom lives pretty close by, and Lilian was there for the day, so I decided to head on over with my laptop. Lilian was still napping when I got there, and you should have seen the look on her face when she woke up and realized that I was there.
“Mama! Happy! Happy! Huuuuuuug!”
She ran over to me, climbed into my lap, and buried her face in my shoulder. And my heart just about melted in my chest.
“Hug, Lilian. Hug! Mama loves you.”
(Oh so very much).
