It's crazy how the imagination develops. Anika is just bursting with language and imagination, and each day it seems there is something new -- a new sentence, a new game she plays, something else she's able to do. We were at the allergist and had to wait awhile to see the PA; while the nurse was taking my vitals, Anika looks at me and says "I want to go home." She says all kinds of full sentences now, so much so that I can't even remember most of them at the moment (could be that my brain is about 1/10th of what it was, I swear....while hers grows, mine withers, it seems....). But some of my favorites include:
"No, mama, Reni took it. Reni ate it. It's lost."
"No, mama, Anika not poopy. Reni pooped. Change Reni."
"Ooooh, that sounds nice!"
"No. Not shoes. Princess shoes."
"Yes! I like it! Let's do it!"
"Time for swimming! Yay, swimming! No drink the water."
"No, mama. Not car. It truck." (about our new car)
"I hungry. Mama make something to eat." Then, when I offer something, her answer is inevitably one of two things: "no, mama, not that. Noodles." or "No mama, I want cheese." And not any particular kind of cheese. This has to be parmesan cheese. And not just any old parmesan. Parmiggiano reggiano. This girl is one quarter Italian, after all.
She's also starting to get a bit bossy. Everything is: "Hey, mama/hey daddy! Anika will _______ (eat chocolate for dinner/watch more Elmo even though it's 9 p.m./play with Reni/go swimming. Ok? Ok."
And her imagination is ridiculously hilarious. She's starting to talk with voices when she plays with her dolls or her dollhouse or the toy train. She's constantly making up stories (about 1/2 composed of decipherable English words) and playing this, that or the other. It's crazy scary how she's suddenly a little girl. Where did my baby go?
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