Monday, November 24, 2008

Tiny Talk Tuesday

Esmé (19 months) is starting to put words together beautifully! Like "More rice please." Or rather "Mo wice peez." I LOVE it!

Ms. Catherine: "How old are you?"
Esmé: "Eighteen!" Giggles.

Huh? I know time flies, but really! I always assumed that by 18, we'd be done with potty training and we'd be sleeping through the night...

Ms. Catherine: "No, how old are you really?"
Esmé: "One!" Cheers all around.

That's better! (We have 18 steps on our stairs and count them all the time, in case you were wondering.)

When Esmé was learning the names of objects, it was fairly easy to understand her. Point, name, got it! But now she wants to hold conversations in the middle of the night in the dark. And I just don't understand! I am so such a slow mother not to be able to figure out if "buh" means "book," "bird," "ball," "balloon," or "bye." Especially when she repeats it for me a dozen times, very slowly and clearly... Fortunately she hasn't gotten frustrated with my slowness, yet.

And of course, she'd got commands downpat. Things like "sit down" and "lie down" and "get up." One day in the kitchen, she told me to "go away." Plain as day. I want to know WHERE she heard that from...
We're into giving hugs today. Here's one for Ms. Cathrine.

And one for Mavinga.
And one for you, too, should you choose to accept it!


sheila said...

how sweet! what a cute little cheerleader!

Debra said...


I accept that hug...and right back at you ((hug))

Hope you have a wonderful Tuesday!!

3 Bay B Chicks said...

What a fabulous find of a blog this morning. Talk about living outside of the norm. I took some time to read about your life and times in Mozambique. Amazing! I know so little about that area of the world. Thank you for sharing your journey. I am continually thankful for the power of the internet.

Your daughter is adorable. What an amazing gift you give her everyday, living abroad and teaching her about life on such a grand scale.


Kelly said...

So sweet! I love the cheerleading outfit!! Hugs back to her!!

sandy said...

I'll take a hug! How Sweet:)

Suzie said...

Thanks for the hug shes such a cutie

dani said...

a BIG hug back at you, esme!!!
it's so good to see mavinga doing well, please give him another hug for his fan from kentucky:)

j, do you know to where you are moving, yet??? will miss catherine go with you, or will she stay in mozambique???

much love,

[Somebody Loved] said...

I would definitely take one of Esmé hugs... in a heartbeat. 18 of them if I could. Please give her one from me.

Pregnantly Plump said...

I love the bottom picture! It's great!

Andrea said...

Love that last hug picture...and I'll glady accept a hug from a 1 year old going on 18 any day!! :)

Tabitha said...

Oh my she is just so sweet and that little cheerleader dress is the cutest.
Love and hugs

Heather @ Not a DIY Life said...

Oh! I accept that hug and send one back to you!

And please let your mommy know that I have her an award over at my blog.

Sheila said...

Sweet hugs!

When my daughter was little, her brother would "translate" for me as I had the hardest time understanding her. :)

A said...

Esme, you sure have one amazing life AND one fabulous mama! I've loved exploring your blog - I can't wait to read more about your life!


Jen @ One Moms World said...

She is one cutie smartie... I just LOVE that last picture. So sweet. Don't you just love this age when they start putting sentences together :)

SarahHub said...

Oh, I completely accept that sweet hug! Thank you!

I love TTT!

Oh, Evie totally gets the command thing, too. I was laying down with her for her nap yesterday, and she said "Mommy, close eyes."

Stonefox (otherwise known as Heidi) said...

So sweet!

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Michael J. Bennie said...

Aaah. Words. My favorite. And strings of them in cogent sentences--even better. If only we could remember to use them when frustrated instead of fussing and fighting our way towards our wishes, my house (and the world) would be a happier place. Way to go, smart little Esme. And way to go to your Mommy, for fanning the bright flame of the brilliance you were born with.