Stella is talking so much more, it now feels as if you are actually having a conversation with her. Some of the words are still missing from her phrases, replaced by garbles, but her meaning is increasingly clear. When I interrupted her reading by scooping her up to get her dressed, she exclaimed indignantly, “Mummy! Agoo-gee-goo book!” At breakfast time she spied my fruit, put her own down and demanded, “Mummy. Agoo-gee-goo apple. Eat!” At bath time, Stella saw the cat perched on a stool that she considered too close to the bath. “Juno! Noggin da baff!” she instructed, wagging a finger.
She has picked up all sorts of little social niceties – after a burp: “Parmee me,” she will also pardon others if they do a burp: “Parm oo,” if someone sneezes: “Bless oo,” when she is given something: “Fenk oo,” she drops something: “Oopsie,” an impressive event or object: “Oh, wow!” a performance or creation: “Tada!” someone enters the room: “Hello!”. On seeing herself in the mirror yesterday, she said, “Hello, Seya!” to herself.
When Stella finds her hands are covered in food or some other muck, her first response is to rub them in her hair. She likes to combine her love of hairdressing with her interest in clothing, putting a leaf of cabbage, complete with gravy from her roast on her head and declaring “hat!”. The overall look is lank, greasy hair with added food morsels.
Out of nowhere, I realised a few weeks ago that she is showing a lot of interest in numbers, pointing them out and trying to name them. Not that we ever have the TV on 😉 but Stella greets all of her favourite CBeebies characters by name. I think they have been secretly teaching her to count whilst we aren’t looking.
Lately, lots of negative words have entered her vocabulary too. She now says “No!” when asked to do something she doesn’t like the sound of, “Don’t!” or “Dop!”if she’s unhappy about an occurrence. That said, her go-to method of getting her voice heard is still to throw herself to the floor for a good wail.
Having tried to master it for many months, she has finally succeeded in creating some distance between feet and floor and can now jump. She has added this to her wide repertoire of dance moves, along with raising alternate arms, rocking, bobbing, twisting and spinning.
On Mondays I love to take Stella out for a walk to the bakery. We usually take the scenic route home through a local heritage area, along the New River where we feed the ducks and geese, then Stella has her snack on the bench. Monday is bin day on our street, so the journey there is not so scenic, our narrow pavements full of wheelie bins. But she finds new delight in each one, making this the soundtrack to our journey:
“Yes, Stella. It’s a bin!”
“Bin! Mummy bin!”
“Oh, yes! Another bin, Stella.”
When we get to the river, Stella summons the local wildlife by shouting “Duck! wack wack!” as she sprinkles oats onto the grass. She honks at the geese, who honk back, then relaxes on the bench to have her ‘nack before we amble back homewards.
On the way back, the bins have lost their previous allure. Cars, however, have taken on the mantle of “inanimate object most worthy of mention” in their place. We make slow progress towards home, Stella taking great pains to point out each and every one of them with fresh interest. Her wonder at all the ordinary things around her is enchanting and it is easy to let her sweep me along in it.
“Yes, Bops. It’s a car!”
“Mummy. Oh wow! Car!”
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