I want Alex to know as much as she can know about the world around her, and of course this means that I'll be teaching her names of different animals. I didn't think of it at the time, but realized that teaching Alex that there was a tufted titmouse on the bird feeder wasn't really necessary, and in fact probably just a plain bad idea. She now says, "Tit........mouse." repeatedly. If I'm lucky she'll remember the mouse part. So we've stopped referring to them by their proper name. I'll have to look up the Latin name and use that instead......
We were out in the garden yesterday and I gave Alex the extreme pleasure of being in charge of one very dirty trowel that had been sitting on the porch after much digging up of bricks along the back path. She was very happy about the trowel. So happy that she decided it was a good idea to put it in her mouth. I asked her nicely not to, and she persisted. I also persisted, and finally she came up with a, in her mind, suitable compromise. She kissed it instead. A big, loud, dramatic mmmMMMMMMuuuuuuUUUUUUUhhhhhh kiss. It didn't really fly with me and the trowel was eventually relinquished to me. She then ate some pebbles to make up for lack of gardening tools, and was whisked inside.
Before that, though, I found a salamander under some landscape fabric I was removing, and showed her said creature. I relocated it to the compost pile, so now she says both compost and salamander together. She still sometimes references Auntie Wuwu and Adam, but not as much. Apparently salamanders trump relatives.
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