Haven't had the tyke on in awhile. We had dinner with Emily, Brian and Ellie, as we call her, Saturday night, as we do most weekends. It's not safe to take her to restaurants any more because she tends to erupt around her 8 o'clock bed time and there's nothing you can do with her but bring her home.
She's almost 21 months and is developing quite a personality. Surprisingly, she doesn't talk at all yet except occasionally "doggie!" when the family pet goes by. Emily has taken to calling her R2D2 because, in situations where she should be starting to speak, she let's fly with a stream of nonsense syllables and then shakes with laughter, obviously pleased with her comedic talent. She loves music. If a car drives down the street with a loud sound system she has to stop and dance. Her receptive language is fine. If Emily says "Show me your nose, show me your feet" she always gets it right. Except last night. When Emily said "show me your ears," Ellie responded with a loud pppbbbffftt! "Show me your fingers." Pppbbbffftt! And so on, followed by howls of laughter. We're raising a comedian.
She is sensitive to noise. The middle picture was a reaction to the dishwasher turning on. We don't know how she learned the behavior. Her parents didn't teach it to her and she doesn't get to watch television.
Bottom, Ellie, mom and grandma out for a walk in the neighborhood. By the way, that shirt with the fake Chicago Cubs camera strap is from Uncle Andy in that city.
She's almost 21 months and is developing quite a personality. Surprisingly, she doesn't talk at all yet except occasionally "doggie!" when the family pet goes by. Emily has taken to calling her R2D2 because, in situations where she should be starting to speak, she let's fly with a stream of nonsense syllables and then shakes with laughter, obviously pleased with her comedic talent. She loves music. If a car drives down the street with a loud sound system she has to stop and dance. Her receptive language is fine. If Emily says "Show me your nose, show me your feet" she always gets it right. Except last night. When Emily said "show me your ears," Ellie responded with a loud pppbbbffftt! "Show me your fingers." Pppbbbffftt! And so on, followed by howls of laughter. We're raising a comedian.
She is sensitive to noise. The middle picture was a reaction to the dishwasher turning on. We don't know how she learned the behavior. Her parents didn't teach it to her and she doesn't get to watch television.
Bottom, Ellie, mom and grandma out for a walk in the neighborhood. By the way, that shirt with the fake Chicago Cubs camera strap is from Uncle Andy in that city.
No comments:
Post a Comment