She is a lively and entertaining child
with a rich and sometimes accurate vocabulary -
'ess', 'het', 'cat', 'up tairs', 'iss', 'dat', vigorous head shaking
and a fine line in imperious hand signals.
She is walking briskly at 11 months,
and acquired her first almost cartoon-like bump on the forehead
to show for it this weekend.
(Bad POANG chair).
(Bad POANG chair).
I wonder if Daisy Ashford* was somewhat like her at that age.
Son still resents photo of him in a velvet sailor suit on his first birthday. I hope this is a helpful comment and allows you to avoid the charming young Miss being similarly emotionally scarred.
ReplyDeleteI have been asked not to buy anything frilly and have so far desisted. I might have looked at adorable dolls and cannot promise not to buy one quite soon. There is a dolls house in the garage waiting for its moment in the sun.
DeleteSmall shoes, more so than garments, are always so dearly evocative of beguiling youth. This lasts till age 5 by my reckoning. Blessings to her and may the bump vanish quickly.
ReplyDeleteThank you. The bump went down as fast as it came up and has left only the smallest mark. She cries much more loudly when denied a bunch of keys or her mother's i-phone, than she did when she fell.
DeleteA lovely picture of your grandaughter. And your home. If only our hallway was that free of shoes.
ReplyDeleteI have revealed only a small proportion of the shoes that actually littered the hall that day.
Deletecan she do up tairs?
ReplyDeleteShe is very keen to seize every opportunity. We must get a stair gate. We have a hard tiled floor to fall to.
DeleteSilly of me, I know, but I was relieved to click through and see a very good reason for the misspelling in your title. There are fewer and fewer refuges in which one can count on linguistic decorum, and I was quite sure your blog was one such place. Glad to be reassured that it's only erudition to blame! ;-) Your granddaughter sounds quite delightful! We have one who's also 11 months (not walking yet) whom I haven't seen since she moved to Rome early May, but will be meeting up with in a couple of weeks. Can't wait!
ReplyDeleteIt slightly pained me to have to spell it like that! Thank you for calling this a refuge of linguistic decorum. I'm so glad you are going to be able to see your granddaughter at this particularly delightful age.
Deletejust noticed that we have the same pair of Birks!
DeleteIn the interests of verisimilitude I must tell you that those are my daughter-in-law's. I wish I could wear them but I just can't get on with that pillar between the toes!
DeleteLucille, the little red shoes mingle so well with those larger shoes. I'm sure you must be fascinated daily to see how quickly the little on is growing up, gaining new abilities all the time.
ReplyDeleteI remember a neighbor's grandson used to like to rearrange things, and "put things away" when he'd visit his grandmother. After he returned to his home after such visits, she would have to sort of crawl around her home at his level, to discover where he'd found perfect storage spots for missing items. A true treasure hunt.
xo
I'm very impresed by how tidily she stores her shoes , already .
ReplyDeleteTraining her up!
DeleteOh Lucille! Those shoes. Who needs frills when you can have such tiny shoes? I hope her mother keeps them as a memento when she grows out of them.
ReplyDeleteI miss tiny shoes. There's nothing quite so lovely. We have a hallway full of great clod-hopping boots and smelly trainers...
ReplyDeleteAbout the dolls - my daughter hated them and could never be persuaded to be anywhere near them, nor mannequins in dress shops, she would scream and want to go home.
ReplyDeleteThe picture above is very evocative.
The tiny shoes, the special mug, the little step in the bathroom, the space on the bookshelf, the toy bag.....so lovely.
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