A Day In The Life

Thoughts from the trenches about raising Samantha and Joshua and assorted other living creatures.

Thursday, August 07, 2003

It's been ages since I've posted anything here, which is annoying because Samantha grows and changes every day, and while I haven't been too busy to notice it, I have been too busy to write much of it down. Some recent highlights:

She learns at least one or two new words every day. Yesterday's new word was "clock", said repeatedly while pointing to the clock on the wall of her room. Hi, yeah, shoes, cheese, juice, down, all done, book, cat, car, duck, quack ... her vocabulary grows by leaps and bounds. The most amazing thing, to me at least, was the first time she pointed to a picture of a car in one of her books and said "car", making the leap from the real object to a representation of it. This was followed shortly thereafter by saying "car" to the car-shaped tin of cookies (which doesn't look much like a car, but she recognized it), and then by grabbing Amy's keys and standing at the basement door (which leads down to the garage) and saying "car! car!" while trying to turn the doorknob. Think she was trying to tell me something?

She's almost tall enough to turn doorknobs now, which means another round of babyproofing is coming up. She's also fascinated with light switches, like many toddlers, and will climb things to get to them so she can flick them on and off. And on and off. And on and off. And on and off.

She gives hugs and kisses now. Mostly to Ella. Sometimes to Amy. And to Lucia and Trajan, the twins who live down the street. Occasionally even to me. But she's really really fond of Lucia and Trajan -- when we go out walking around the neighborhood and we pass their house she tries to head for their front door, and is apt to fling herself down in the road and have a minor tantrum if we can't go and visit them. Funny, Ella is the same way -- she generally heads for their door as soon as we get near the house.

New favorite foods: strawberries and chateaubriand. Amy and I went to dinner the other night and Amy brought home some chateaubriand -- Samantha wasted no time the next day grabbing pieces of it from her plate and gobbling them down. So much for my plans of having a vegetarian baby. Well, at least she's still mostly vegetarian. (I can hear the Princess Bride fans among you saying "there's a big difference between mostly vegetarian and all vegetarian...") Ah well, if you're going to develop a taste for meat, it might as well be really really good meat. No one can accuse Samantha of having pedestrian tastes.

Oh, and thank G-d, she sleeps through the night almost every night now!

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