There are some things that I want to put down for posterity, some things that I don't want to forget.
Right now, Thora calls Sean, Sean. She doesn't call him Daddy nor Daddy Sean as she sometimes did. Now it's exclusively Sean. We are not encouraging this, while at the same time not trying to make too big of a deal out of it. Surely this is a phase she'll grow out of. When asked why she calls him Sean, she said, "That's his name."
She sometimes mimics me to such a degree that if I didn't know better, I would call it sarcasm. If you don't believe me, check out this video.
Her language is just out of control. And by that, I mean I feel like it's totally her own now. Granted, her phrases are mirrors of our own. But gone are the days of the mispronunciations that last weeks and weeks. She tries on new, grown-up words, and it sounds funny initially. But within a day, or an hour, she owns that phrase. It's hers. And with it, she's grown up just a little bit more.
She says everything back to us, copies (particularly my) speech patterns. Like last night, she said, "You know what made me laugh? Daddy's joke made me laugh." The pattern is what stuck out to me, rather than the content of that particular statement, since she's plucked this directly from my mouth, (e.g.) "You know what makes me frustrated? You rolling around on the ground and screaming makes me frustrated."
More to come later. Auric is stirring.
2 comments:
love this
me too - language is one of my favorite things about experiencing as a parent.
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