I'm not going to lie--a fair amount of the time I find Willow maddening, tiresome, and even somewhat boring (usually during the tenth repetition of Alouette or Jingle Bells). And during another big chunk of time, we're just kind of going about our lives--happy, loving, but not particularly noticing one thing or another about each other.Much of the vocab comes from the books we read--books that she quotes constantly. We go to the beach, just like Nancy and Timmy go to the beach. We eat string beans just like Gloria eats string beans. I know what she's referring to most of the time, Dave and Toaster and RockNoodle know what she's referring to a lot of the time, but nobody else does. It's wonderful, it's amazing...it's not so great for chatting with other kids. She does like Elmo, at least.
Willow's joy in language extends so far that she will play rhyming games for as long as you're willing to play them with her, and she'll change the lyrics of songs to suit her purposes--"Eat some avocado, skip to my lou, eat some strawberries, skip to my lou, drink some water, skip to my lou my darling"--and correct me if I don't remember the French word for a body part she has requested for Alouette--"Elbow is not French, Mommy."Plus, she ridiculously beautiful. I mean, seriously.
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She is beautiful indeed. And she will continue to surprise and amaze--that's what children are best at if you're lucky, and with Maile I believe you're very lucky indeed.
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