Day of Laughs
Today Araella was quite amusing when I came home for lunch. I picked her up and gave her a kiss on the cheek – a guesture of affection she has recently learned to mimic, though she imitates the kissing sound, not by sucking, but by pressing her lips to your face and then jerking her head back with an emphatic “mbah!” Today she decided that both my cheeks needed continual endowment, poking first one cheek with a steady stream of baby babble and a kiss to that cheek, then poking my other cheek and kissing it, then back to poking the previous cheek and kissing it, and so on. She managed to do this tirelessly for a full 3 minutes until I finally put her down and directed her affections to one of her stuffed toys.
Disappearing and then reappearing a few minutes later she had a stick of Tara’s deoderant in her hand which was fortunately still capped and was very seriously swabbing it back and forth under her right arm pit. Watching her she then managed to uncap the deoderant and was tentatively fingering the powdery top. I was impressed after telling her to pick up the discarded cap and put it back on the deoderant that she not only knew what I was asking her to do, but she deliberately selected the correct side of the cap to then try and jab back on the stick. I was less than impressed however as she began shaving chunks of deoderant off the top of the stick and onto the floor in her vigorous attempt to get the cap back on whereupon i releaved her of both the deoderant and the cap and placed it back on the bathroom shelf.
Her third discovery of the day came while I was in the kitchen getting lunch and I her shuffle up behind me and give me the emphatic string of baby babble that typically means “HEY I’M DOING SOMETHING WATCH ME!!” I turned around to find her trying to hand me a what appeared to be a small burnt potatoe chip. On more careful examination it turned out to have six legs and long antenna and I deduced quite correctly that it was in fact a rather large dead cockroach. We of the missionary breed of course do not become grossed out at such triviality. However, we do not encourage our children to eat them either. After a ritual cleansing, Araella was again free to roam the house.
Then this evening we caught the munchkin trying to see how many cheerio’s she could stuff in her naval; which really only amounted to the grand total of 1, but from the growing pile in her lap, it was obvious that she believed her belly button capacity was much greater and she had resolved to prove it.
