We were baking cupcakes for the baby’s birthday and Mia was giving me the plot summary of her latest Barbie movie.
A mean guy told Barbie that she needed to marry him in three days or he would turn all of her friends to stone.
I asked her if Barbie wanted to marry the mean guy and she said
“No, she wants to marry the prince.”
I said “That’s because the prince is nice and you should always marry someone who is nice to you. That’s why I married Daddy. He is so nice to me and treats me like a queen.”
She thought about it for a minute and seemed satisfied with my answer, but a moment later she asked
“Mommy, did you ever have any mean guys in your life?”
I woke up and could tell it was very early morning. I took a moment to adjust and realized I heard crying. Which daughter was it? Their cries sound so alike.
It was Mia.
I got up and checked the clock. It was 5:50 A.M. I went to her room. She was wide awake. This was not a bad dream.
“Mommy, my leg hurts.”
Oh how I remember those pains. The pains of growing up, now I feel the pains of getting older.
“It’s growing pains sweetie. I know it doesn’t feel good, but it just means you’re growing. You’re getting bigger and taller.”
“It hurts. Will you rub my leg.”
“Yes. But I want you to put your leg up on this pillow. It will help.”
“No. I don’t want to.”
“Just try. It will make it feel better.”
“It feels better. I want to go back to bed.”
“Okay, good night. I love you.”
“I love you too, Mommy.”
Lana has been saying “dada” for a good two months now and that’s about the only word she says – she is nine months.
I looked back in Mia’s baby book and at seven months she was saying “dada,” “mama,” “baba” and at nine months she was saying “hello.”
I’m not trying to compare them, but remembering that did put some perspective on why Mia speaks like a five year old now when she is only three. She’s always been very verbal. She’ll talk your ear off.
Lana on the other hand, is a girl of few words at this point. It doesn’t really concern me that she only says one word. She certainly babbles up a storm and communicates in other ways – like the various tones and levels of her shrieks all have some meaning. For example, the other day I was in our kitchen and she was in the family room (which is open to the kitchen) and she was crawling around looking for me and going “aaah?” “aaah?” It was very clear she was calling for me.
I’m constantly telling her to “say mama” and you know what that little bugger does…she looks at me and says “dada.” All the time. Without fail. It’s in this absolutely adorable breathy voice and is very cute. But she never says “mama.”
I’m really looking forward to the day when she finally does!
“Mumite” is what Mia calls monkeys. And sometimes penguins. And really any other animal that can not be classified as a duck, dog, cat, cow, horse or hippo.
I’m not sure how her brain decided to form that word for monkey. It sounds like it could be an animal from Australia.
Mia is starting to talk up a storm. Every day she pulls out a new word and it’s so surprising what she is starting to pick up (my potty mouth has now stopped). She’s even starting to put together sentences “I walk,” “I eat,” “I watch Elmo.”
There are of course the words that she knows what she is saying, but I have no clue. When I figure them out, it’s so exciting. For example, the past week or so after she was through with dinner (“all done!”), she would say “Baaaaf.”
Now, I had no idea what “baaaf” meant. She would say it after eating, so I would automatically assume that she wanted to barf. But that wasn’t it.
I would ask her “Mia, what does baaaf mean?” She would look at me and laugh and say “Baaaf.” Of course.
Then finally, we cracked the code. My husband asked her last night “Mia, do you want to take a bath or a shower tonight.”
Mia replied “Baaaf.” Ah ha! All this time she was saying BATH! She knows she gets a bath after dinner, so makes sense.