For every day in 2008, I did something new. In 2016, I am challenging myself to break my routine at least once a week.
Monday, February 28, 2011
Conversations with my niece
After my niece was born, she was in the hospital for a few days. On one of those days, she threw a temper tantrum. The nurse looked at my sister and said, "You're going to have fun with that one."
It didn't take long before she learned to communicate a little better, mastering the art of pointing.
Eventually, she learned that if she went and got her shoes and then went and got my shoes, we'd go for a walk. From there, it was a short step to leading us to the playground.
When she was first born, I called her "Squirmy" - for obvious reasons - but after her mom objected, I started calling her Monkey instead.
She insisted she was not a monkey.
Just before she turned two, we went out to the farm. There were a bunch of us in my mom's minivan, and we stopped for ice cream on the way back. My mom sat beside the monkey and fed her ice cream. I was in the front, and all I could hear was "num num num". I turned to my sister and said, "I think we have an ice cream monster."
It was quiet for a second, then I heard a very quiet "roar".
From then on, she'd roar at me on the phone. I, of course, had to say "Ah!".
Once I made the mistake of saying "Eek!", and was promptly told, "No, you not say eek. You say ah!" When she was two, I was at my parents' house. We were eating fruit salad. B: Auntie Colette, can I have your bananas? Me: OK. *gives her my bananas* B: Poppa, can I have your bananas? Dad: OK. B: Gramma, can I have your bananas? Mom: OK. B: Mommy, can I have your bananas? K: OK. B: (big grin) Only monkeys eat bananas.
Lying down to take a nap, B looks at her hand. B: I can see my bones. Me: Yup. B: I don't like bones. Me: Bones are important. They help you grow big and strong. *silence for a minute, then* Me: Why don't you like bones? B: Because when the dog carries a bone in his mouth and then I carry it in my mouth, it's all stinky and slimy.
Me: "Hey, B, who's your favourite auntie?" B: "Auntie Michelle and Auntie Camille and Auntie Wanda. Not you."
Today, she turns seven. (Seven! How did that happen?)