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July 12, 2006

Happy birthday Britta!

If you ask her, "Britta, how old are you?" She'll say "two!" This started a few days ago, so I'm not the only one in the family lying about my age.

We celebrated with a party this weekend at Bestemor and FarFar's house and tonight a little chocolate cake. By celebration #2 Britta knew right what to do with the candles and poofed them out before I could even snap the shutter.

Britta updates:
She's making good use of a limited vocabulary.
Night night = going to sleep, the crib and blankets and any bed
Poo poo = toliet, t.p., poop, diapers, bottoms and anything related to the bathroom
Meow = cat
Who who = doggie
Apple = any fruit other than a banana
Quack quack = any animal other than a meow or a whowho
Spoon= fork, spoon, knife
Heat= feet
Brrr= cold, blanket, socks or towel
Babu is still Babu (Karsten)

Britta Mad Libs. "Babu --- me." That's all she has to say and I fill in the verb for her. Common verbs: hit, punched, scratched, head butted, stole her toy. It's amazing how well I can understand her with less than a 500 word vocabulary.

Britta is a freedom fighter
Strapping Britta into a high chair or shopping cart is now impossible. No way. No how. We've given up. However that doesn't mean that she wants to walk through a grocery store. Yesterday while at Fred Meyer she was trying to climb out of the shopping cart. I told her, "okay, you can sit in the cart or walk." She went into tantrum mode and turned her fists to the filthy floor. For the curious shoppers I just said, "tomorrow she turns 2." That seemed to answer everyone's questions. When I told her "cart or walk" she said, "NO. Mommy!" meaning "I want Mommy to carry me." We reached a stale mate of the power of wills that was only broken when I tempted her back to the cart with dried blueberries.

The stubborn moments are forgotten because really she is a joy
Saturday we took the best boat in the world (a borrowed boat) over to Bestemor and FarFar's house. After the inital freedom fight I got Britta to sit on my lap and she leaned back and relaxed. If it wasn't for the tight clutch on the string cheese and her lips moving I would have thought she'd fallen asleep. When I leaned closer to hear what she was saying I could hear a "whoaaaaaaa whooaaaa" coming from her mouth. So cute.

Happy birthday Britta. These two years went fast.

Posted by jana at July 12, 2006 7:58 PM