I already know that 2010 will be the year of A Lot of Stuff Happening, so I don't really know what else to say about that. My resolutions mainly have to do with food, and the cooking and eating of it. And so it goes. I am eagerly anticipating the coming year, not just because of the changes I know are coming, but because 365 days from now we will have a better idea of what will be coming in 2011. And now that I think of it, at the beginning of the year three years ago I had no idea I'd be a mother by the end of it, so this year could be filled with surprises too. Good ones, I hope. Happy new year to all of you and may it be filled with good surprises.
I'm very busy these days, not saying anything online. Look at me not saying anything! (By the way, if you're reading this, it's probably not about you, unless you followed me over here from the one blog where I did kind of say something but not really.)
Or something like that. Was I worried earlier this year about how little Auletta was talking? Well, I'm over that.
When Auletta's pediatrician asked at her two-year checkup how many words she knew (vs. like three at 18 months), I said, "More than I can count." Which is about right. And every day she surprises one of us with a new word she knows. Yesterday, we were at the library and she came across a toy elephant and said "Ellphant!" Did not know she knew that.
She counts to ten, sometimes, although for a while she did not recognize the existence of five.
She knows the names of everyone in Justin's family. Thanksgiving was the first time she could name everyone. On every trip to Ithaca for the previous few months she'd pick up one or two names, not necessarily in proportion to how much she adores the person in question--e.g. she learned Soren before Harry, even though she is mad about Harry. But even in Seattle she would just spontaneously be riding along in the car and start chanting HARRY HARRY HARRY HARRY. Despite her love for Harry, she is less exclusive now and no longer spurns her Granny or Papa most of her aunts and uncles. And on my side she loves everyone as well, especially Katie and Gompa. Yes, she continued the family tradition of calling her grandfather Gompa, except on my side rather than Justin's. She also calls his Gompa Gompa. Fortunately the two sides of the family rarely meet, so there's little opportunity for confusion. What is more confusing is when she calls random men over fifty Papa or Gompa, but we're working on that.
And I finally let her watch TV, with predictable results. First BARNEY (ugh) then ELMO then CAILLOU CAILLOU CAILLOU, then PUZZY (Sponge Bob, who is on a puzzle she has), then SIMSIMS, from our DVD collection, and we're hoping she doesn't discover FAMILY GUY or SOUTH PARK. She still simultaneously loves Caillou, Puzzy, and Simsims. Oh, and VeggieTales (TALES).
Anyhow, I updated my blogroll, which disappeared in the most recent of ever so many template changes. If I fail to entertain you, please do read blogs by my friends. The semester is winding down, so I might become interesting again.