Tip toes mean happiness. Wrinkle nose. My simple dance. Our little chab grows up. From womb to her toddler years.
Tuesday, March 25, 2008
Expressing myself at 21 months
Going up the stairs in the house, grandad brings me to the 2nd floor. But I want to go to the 3rd floor...
Chab: uuuuhhhhhh! (fake cry)
Grandad: What's that?
Memi: She is protesting.
Grandad: Why are you protesting? Are you protestant?
Chab: Uuuuuhhhh...Memi, I'm protestant!
Ahahhaha...
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Looking in a drawer of grandad's gadgets...
Chab: Memi, what's this?
Memi: A light. For the car.
Chab: Want to open...
Memi: It's closed...
Chab: Maybe... I need scissors.
Starts looking deeper in the drawer for scissors...
:)
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Looking up at the 4th floor
Chab: I want to go there there
Yaya: It's too hot there
Chab: I can try...
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Watching cartoons
Memi: Do you want to watch Clifford puppy days?
Chab: Yah
Memi: Really?
Chab: I'm sure.
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Grandad plays with Chab's polar bear pobee making it stand on hind legs and making roaring sounds walking towards Chab sitting on the bed.
Gwandad: Roaaarrrr!!!
Chab shouts, "NOT ON THE BED!!!"
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