In the name of keeping this blog going while I finish up my paper, I am now going to tell Cute Kid Stories.
Ramona is pathologically fearful of loud noises. When she hears a loud noise outside she shouts, "elephants!" And these are not the friendly type elephants either. These are the kind that charge. She runs to me, grabs my leg and says, "it's okay".
She does these sweet little pat pats on my shoulder. She tells us "I yove you".
When she wants us to pick her up she says, "hold it".
A few weeks ago when we would ask her what her name was she would say, "mount". Now she includes what she is doing, like, "Monut eating yogurt!"
And she counts everything. two, nine, ten, eleven, eight. Today she diligently counted her peanut butter.
And in one week Monut will be two. (but she says she will be four, nine, ten, eleven, eight.)