Eighteen months in fun. It's fun, but it's busy. As if my sweet child didn't already have enough personality, we could say that she is really forming her own unique way, albeit sometimes frustrating but always entertaining. I'm enjoying her more and more. Here are just some funny things she does recently that I don't ever want to forget.
I taught her to breathe a deep sigh and say 'ahhhhh' when we take her shoes off. She has taken it to the dramatic extreme and really lets out some air. After a week or two of that she thought it would be funny to breathe a sigh when we put her shoes on. Lots of drama with the shoes.
Shes loves Elmo and can spot him from just about anywhere. Except she calls Mr. Potato Head's eyes (and eyes only) Elmo, and also the big red chicken on Dora. They are also Elmo.
Whenever we visit my parents, which is a lot, there are some kids in their cul de sac that love to come over and say hi to Avery. When we left to go home one day recently I said "bye bye guys" to them and it stuck. Now every time we go to Nonni's, or leave Nonni's, we have to say "bye bye guys."
She calls her crib a jumperoo. I'll even show her flash cards or a photo in a book of a crib and she says jumperoo. Apparently the crib is not known for sleeping or napping, but jumping.
We call my sister Sass as a nickname and therefore this has become her aunt name. Except Avery leaves the S off of the beginning. So, you can come up with what she calls her. She also drops the pea in peacock. Hilarity ensures, behinds turned faces of course.
Instead of calling Noah from the ark by his name, she says Nogah. Not sure where the G came from!
Although she knows to recognize all six main primary colors, she'll sometimes get lazy and call everything red. After much redirection we come to know that bananas are yellow again.
When she wants to say "there it is" or something to that extent, she simply says "ish". And she is ishing all the time.
She loves her Uncle Matt and she'll whimper and cry whenever he leaves her. She'll sadly walk around with her lip pouting out, saying "Uncle, Uncle, go?"
Cats and tigers are called "me-me's". She will not call a cat a cat or a dog or dog, instead she'll just say a lot of me-me's and woof-woof's when she sees one. Tell me how a child who can say and recognize an octagon refuses to say cat. Strange!
Avery is obsessed with trains. Avery only poops when she's in a super happy place. Therefore, whenever Avery plays with the train table at Barnes and Noble she poops. This has happened three times already!
I'm also really grateful that she says poo-poo every time she goes. No matter where we are.
We love Dora in this house (mama, too) and I giggle when I hear her try to imitate Dora speaking Spanish. I need to record it because oh boy it is funny.
Avery thought it was really funny to draw on the wall and sofa in crayon. She will be closely supervised next time. You live and you learn.
I've tried to teach Avery to say Baby Jack for the past few months in anticipation of her new cousin. She tried to mimic me but never got great at saying it, so I kind of dropped asking her to repeat it. Today, out of the blue, she clearly said Baby Jack about five times in the car without any prompting.
Her word for star is sky. Every time she sees a star she says sky, sky, sky. Again, all the while saying octagon.
She will tell me that blueberries are red and that oranges are red too. I can't say I didn't give her any clues.
She's pointed to kids in public, that appear to be school aged, and called them a baby.
Last but not least, sometimes she will randomly see a male stranger and call him da-da. It's not embarassing at all. She even has a da-da fondness for this man in a book we have. I tell her every time that he is not da-da and she doesn't believe me.
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