Beck smiled at Wendell the other day. A huge, cute cheesy smile. I'm a little jealous. He spends most of his time smiling at my...well, his food, let's say. That is how I can tell he's done eating, he starts smiling. But only rarely does he smile at ME.
He has started cooing, which I love and I guess that will just have to suffice until he realizes how much fun I am.
Annika (21 months) has start speaking more and more clearly. She used to call Nathan, "Date," but now she calls him "Nate." (Thank goodness she still calls Anson, "Ansie.")
On Tuesday after we dropped Nate off for school she called out. "See ya, Nate. Have fun, Na...than." She repeated this over and over as we drove to the mall to go for a walk. We have rules at my house and kids under two should not be able to talk that well. I think Nathan called himself "Nay-nay," until he was three. (Wendell always loved this 'cause "nene" in Portuguese means baby. Wendell served his mission in Brazil, so he speaks "Pork-a-gese" as my kids call it.)
When Annika was born, Anson said "no thank you" whenever we offered to have him hold her. Later he told me that he "didn't like babies." But I think he's had a change of heart. This summer as Annika learned to talk more and more Anson started giggling and would say, "how cute," under his breath. Since then he likes her more all the time, partly because he's having so much fun teaching her to say things.
So far he's taught her to say, "super hot," and when he asks, "what does an Anson say?" she yells, "AYE!" and punches her little fist in the air in a taekwondo move that Anson taught her.
I still don't know where she learned to say "tah-tah" when people leave. Yesterday she was yelling at us, "Hey, don't! That's wude!"
One last kid-ism and I promise I'm done. The other day Emma was frustrated with a book my mom was loaning her. "This book is so boring. At first it was interesting and exciting, but who knew that this part would have so much vivid detail?" (Apparently, vivid detail is boring. Alas.)