Sunday, January 22, 2012

Die! Die! Die!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

If you happen to be in the supermarket, and overhear a 15 month old yelling "die! die! die!!!!", fear not, my friends! Continue shopping at leisure. No, Emmy has not developed homicidal tendencies.  And no, her toddler aggression has not transformed her from the Gerber baby to evil Chucky. Quite the opposite, actually. You see, Em is on the fast track toward developing her vocabulary, but seems to be pronouncing "nice, nice" as "die, die". Thus, when she pats me on the head, or rub's Elmo's belly, she often accompanies the physical affection with an equally affectionate verbal expression of "die, die".
Yes, it's totally creepy, and yes, it's also totally cute.
We are very proud that she already knows how to say "thank you", and is starting to say "please". She says "no","dada", "ball", "up" and "down", "hi" and "bye", "happy" and "all done" with the greatest of ease. I am beginning to lose faith that she will ever call me mama, though. Every time I try to coax, plead, or bribe her into saying mama, she looks at me with a "whatchoo talkin' bout, Willis?" expression, and changes the subject.

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