She has a story to tell
It feels strange that when you first have a baby, you come to know it better than you may have known anyone else in life without knowing the sound of its voice, aside from crying. It can't speak in a meaningful way for months, and babbles are just that.
As the Bean has gotten more words, we have grown accustomed to the sound of her voice. She falls asleep talking to her bear or baby in the stroller and she calls for us (or my breasts) by name in the night before she is even fully awake.
I have also noticed that she will review a situation that struck her particularly, as after her father chased a wasp out the door. "Wah? Wah? Bye-bye!" will be repeated at two minute intervals, maybe ten or fifteen times.
For some reason, she found it very striking that the local children's museum put an ink stamp on the back of her hand that took a couple of days to fade completely. Two months later, she will still point to the back of her hand and say, "Why? Why?"
And tonight, for the first time, I found that she was telling me in some detail about an incident that happened when her father had her at the play area at the mall, and I was not present. "Horsie! Around! Ride! Whee! Train! Choo-choo! Car! Beep! Horn! Plane! Ride! Fell! Ow! Pain! (or Playing, maybe?) Hole! Toe! Thumb! Ow! Fell! Down! Hole!" And so on, with dramatic gestures and pointing at body parts. And I repeated back to her what I thought she was saying, and elaborated into sentences.
But I don't actually know what happened, aside from that she rode on a mini-carousel, and enjoyed it until the point where someone put some money in and the thing moved. And then she got scared and her father had to follow her around in a little circle to keep her from diving off. And there are also car and train rides in that little area. What I don't know about is the falling and getting hurt. Was it even today that she is talking about? She falls all the time! Is the hole the carpeted Scream Pit at the mall where the kids play? I don't know. But she would have kept telling me at length had I not insisted that it was time to go for our walk and go to sleep. Which we did, and she did.
And when I got her sleeping self out of the stroller, and walked her up to bed, and laid her down, she stirred and spoke to me. She pointed at the back of her hand, and said, "Why? Why? Why?"
posted by keema @ 9:32 PM
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