Billa Babble: Poke, Get Up, Donkey, Cheese, and Mamon

We've now reached the stage of development in which it all just sort of falls into place. Where you wake up one morning and your kid slaps your husband on the rear end and says "Geh-uh, geh-uh, geh-uh!" before running to the kitchen to break her fast (and yes, she really did slap him on the rear end. And no, I have no idea where she picked that up. Really. Would I lie to you?) So here is this week's installation of Billa Babble for you!

POKE: This morning Billa was in a mischievous mood. The wee little sprite ran into our bathroom where Michael and I were chatting about business as usual. She stood behind Daddy and then started poking his leg and saying "Po! Po! Po! Po!" really fast. When he finally turned to look at her, she grinned from ear to ear and laughed hysterically as she ran out. It must be the red hair...

GET UP: As mentioned above. Billa climbed out of my arms in our bed and seeing that I was heading straight to the bathroom, she decided it was time to rouse the rest of the troops. I told Michael he'd gotten pwned and he had to agree. And again, I really have no idea where she got that!

DONKEY: Billa has a small board book about colors with pictures of real world objects and animals. One of them is donkey and she brought her book into the kitchen the other day, opened it to that page and then proudly exclaimed "Donkey!" while pointing to the creature on he page. A friend of ours think it would be HI-larious to get her to say "Jackass" instead, and while it's funny in theory, I really don't need to receive that phone call from school, thankyouverymuch.

CHEESE: Our favorite snack item in the house is cheese sticks, aka string cheese. This child loves string cheese and she usually has one for breakfast and for an after school snack. Hey, at least it's not candy, cookies, or cake, right? She does this silly happy dance when you give her one and she practically screams with delight. The word comes out more like "Chay" than "Cheese" but we're getting there!

And our first Spanish word, MAMON, which means pacifier. We were so confused when she would point to her paci and start saying 'Mama.' I mean, hey, I know, nipples and pacifiers are very similar things, but it's been such a long time since breastfeeding that I was wondering if this was some sort of regression. It wasn't until the daycare lady asked her where her "mamon" was that the light bulb went on. So now we have taken our first steps to being bilingual! Yay!

So there you have it!

Until next time,