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May 19, 2004
Quinn's grasp of language
Quinn's language usage is growing at an amazing rate. Every day, she has a new word or sentence that will amaze me.
Driving has been constantly narrated in the past few days:
"I see another octagon!"
"What color is the octagon?"
"Red!"
"Does it have letters?"
"Yeah! White letters!"
"What letters are they?"
"Ess! Tee! Oh! Pee!"
"What does that say?"
"Stop!"
Imagine driving through residential areas with a 2½-year-old calling out every stop sign and fire hydrant she sees. "I see another fihydant! On a grass!"
Today was her crowning achievement in her short life. We were driving up the back way from Crystal Lake, past a couple of farms, hoping to see some cows. ("I like cows!", she reminded) We saw a big field with a fence and three or four horses, with a couple of them near the fence by the side of the road, on the right. Amy pulled over, and I hopped out of the passenger side of the car, where Quinn's seat is. We were about 10 feet away from the fence, and I talked to Quinn through the open window.
"Quinn, do you see the horses?"
"Yeah! 's bown!"
"Yes, it's brown, and it's got some white on its head."
"Yeah!"
"Do you want to go see the horses?"
Her eyes bugged in fear. She wanted to get no closer than her safe perch in the car.
"No." she said.
"Are you sure? Daddy will hold you."
"Daddy, get in the car."
I laughed in amazement at what it took to make that construction. To tell me to get in the car, to make the connection that she'd be less likely to be dragged over to the horses once I was back inside, it just made me all happy with excitement at her learning.
Posted by Andy at 9:45 AM | Comments (3)
May 10, 2004
Sweaty
I love hearing things come out of Quinn's mouth that she's heard from us in some form or another.
We spent the morning at Grandma's house, and much of that time was spent outside in the garage with just about everyone in my family, cleaning out the storage closet. It was hot out, and Quinn was very busy running around, throwing her Dora ball at whoever she could get to play with her, and then, towards the end, she started lying down on the garage floor, or out on the driveway itself, and by the time I finally took her home for her nap, she was dirty and her cheeks were red and she was a sweaty little bunny.
When we got home, I sat her on the kitchen counter, took off her shoes and socks, and got her a big cup of orange juice.
"You're so thirsty, Mama," she told me.
"Well, not really, but you sure are," I said as she drank intently from her sippy cup.
While she was drinking, I went and got a cool washcloth to wipe her face.
"Is that better, Mommy?" she asked me as I gently dabbed her face and washed her hands. "Are you all OK?"
"Yes, I'm OK. There, that feels better, doesn't it?" I asked as I finished cleaning her up and took put her juice cup in the sink.
"Yeah," she agreed. "That's better."
It's like she knows what to say, but doesn't know who to attribute actions to. When she was tired of playing at one point this morning, she came over to me, held up her arms, and said, "Mommy hold you?"
"Oh," I said, "You want Mommy to hold you?"
"Yeah!" she said.
I don't know. This probably isn't interesting to anyone else. She's been talking so much more lately, it's funny to hear her start to repeat phrases she's heard from us ("You're so thirsty!", "Is that better?"), but not in quite the correct way.
She's just the best girl.
Posted by Amy at 12:27 PM | Comments (3)
May 4, 2004
Tickets?
Quinn would like to know if anyone wants to buy her momm's two Madonna tickets.
Thursday, 7/15
Section 105, row 4!!
$150 each, plus Ticketmaster charges.
Anyone?
Posted by Amy at 12:54 PM