This week I learned that I get to attend another wedding this spring. Daddy has been friends with Danny since they were too young to drive cars, and now Danny is getting married to a very pretty and sweet lady named Yael. I look forward to wearing my big girl shoes and watching Mommy get choked up again at how "romantic" everything is. I'm also looking forward to the dancing Chinese dragons.
Speaking of late night dance parties, I have started a new tradition in our own home. It's called "let's pretend we're still at Kanchan's wedding and dance and play all night." In unrelated news, Mommy says she's getting serious about putting me to bed earlier next week, but we shall see who is more stubborn.
This week I continue to debate internally the great philosophical conundrum, "to walk or not to walk." I have mastered the ability to toddle down the hallway with my hand along the wall; I love shuffle through the house while pushing my musical train engine until I hit a wall; and I can take a stroll holding onto my parents' hands. I even proved my ability to advance on my enemy during my first ever sword fight, thanks to Mommy's friend April, who held her own until that last parry and thrust. Why, then, do I still refuse to take more than a few independent steps at any given time? Ah, that is one of the great mysteries of life, and I cannot begin to offer an answer. Do any of us really know ourselves so well? I think not.
(To make matters a little more interesting, I take independent steps only in prime numbers, usually 5 or 7. I can't figure out what comes after 7 because I only have 10 fingers. Perhaps once I figure out how to count a little higher, I'll be more willing to walk a mile in Daddy's shoes. have I mentioned how much I love to put on Daddy's shoes?)
Mommy says that I've been focusing so much on what I've learned recently about the world that I haven't mentioned all my new skills. Apparently I'm doing some really "adorable" things that should be documented for posterity. Here's a short list for your enjoyment.
- Saying "ahh" after chugging water from my sippy cup.
- Pointing to everything and asking "wuzz-a" (as in, "what's that?") and "ma" (which is how you say "what" in Hebrew, despite my not hearing much Hebrew).
- Raising my arms when someones says "hands up!"
- Knocking on doors, walls, tables, people, etc.
- Opening and closing doors, particularly when Mommy is on the other side.
- Pointing to my nose (and sometimes my cheek or ear) when someone asks where my nose is. (I really don't understand why they can't see my nose. Is it invisible?)
- Shaking the object I'm holding when Mommy calls out, "shake it!"
In prime form,
Zelda
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