Learning to Speak
I'm in Virginia for two weeks with my family. Week one was spent in Williamsburg, and we got to my parents' place in Charlottesville today. I haven't seen the girls since Christmas, and they're really growing up. Bess has so many adorable affectations of being three. She can talk, but her pronunciation is a little wonky, and her syntax is hilarious. The best example of this is her "l's" -- every "l" has a syllable after it. It's not "milk," it's "milik." It's not an "elbow," it's an "ellabow." (She has always loved elbows. She grabs at the skin of any elbow she can reach.) She also doesn't really know the pronoun "she" yet. It's always "her." "Her is tired." "Her is hungry." Etc. My favorite Bessism today was when she mashed a bug in her hand, then gave it to me and said "Meg, this bee got dead." That kid.
She has an imaginary friend, her gramma. She talks about all the things her gramma does with her -- my mom is Nana and her maternal grandmother passed away before she was born. This gramma is entirely fictional. But oh what a life she lives! She doesn't sound very old, either. She does a lot of stuff.
Part of me hopes Bess never grows out of these things she says. With all of my nieces, I always wonder how they could possibly be more adorable as they grow up, and they keep shattering my expectations. I'm sure whatever is next for Bess will be just as cute as her speech is now.
I miss Gwen. She will have learned and grown bored of so many new things in the time I've been away, I'll have missed them completely. But I'm super lucky to be there for most everything. I wish I had that with my east coast nieces, too. After I told them the story of how I'm going to be known as Gwen's Aunt Potty (did I write about that here? -- sign language for "aunt" and "potty" are very close), they decided to adopt the name for me as well. Yay :)
She has an imaginary friend, her gramma. She talks about all the things her gramma does with her -- my mom is Nana and her maternal grandmother passed away before she was born. This gramma is entirely fictional. But oh what a life she lives! She doesn't sound very old, either. She does a lot of stuff.
Part of me hopes Bess never grows out of these things she says. With all of my nieces, I always wonder how they could possibly be more adorable as they grow up, and they keep shattering my expectations. I'm sure whatever is next for Bess will be just as cute as her speech is now.
I miss Gwen. She will have learned and grown bored of so many new things in the time I've been away, I'll have missed them completely. But I'm super lucky to be there for most everything. I wish I had that with my east coast nieces, too. After I told them the story of how I'm going to be known as Gwen's Aunt Potty (did I write about that here? -- sign language for "aunt" and "potty" are very close), they decided to adopt the name for me as well. Yay :)