I do yoga nursie
Jul. 19th, 2005 10:46 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
fleaCasper said this to me last night, as she stood in my lap on one leg. I have a photo, but it's actually too explicit for me to be comfortable posting on the internet, although I wish it wasn't. Huh. I've found a boundary.
It started when Eli's mother was doing yoga, and Eli and Casper would get out our yoga mat and play doing yoga. Then I started laughing about Casper doing yoga when she nursed sometimes, and now she's started calling it that.
I'm amazed by how she picks up on things - rationally, I expect it, the brain is making connections like mad at this age, she's learning to TALK for Pete's sake - but it still amazes me as her mother. For example, we were at Starbucks on Sunday and as we left she started talking about Obadiah The Bold, a book in which the main character (a Nantucket Quaker 6 year old who dreams of being a pirate) is named Obadiah Starbuck. Coincidence?
For some reason, this sentence from Saturday when mr. flea came home is still slaying me: "Look, Daddy! I get new baby!" (I fished out a Corolle baby doll I bought in Paris when I was 16.) It's the tone with which it was delivered - high, squeaky joy.
It started when Eli's mother was doing yoga, and Eli and Casper would get out our yoga mat and play doing yoga. Then I started laughing about Casper doing yoga when she nursed sometimes, and now she's started calling it that.
I'm amazed by how she picks up on things - rationally, I expect it, the brain is making connections like mad at this age, she's learning to TALK for Pete's sake - but it still amazes me as her mother. For example, we were at Starbucks on Sunday and as we left she started talking about Obadiah The Bold, a book in which the main character (a Nantucket Quaker 6 year old who dreams of being a pirate) is named Obadiah Starbuck. Coincidence?
For some reason, this sentence from Saturday when mr. flea came home is still slaying me: "Look, Daddy! I get new baby!" (I fished out a Corolle baby doll I bought in Paris when I was 16.) It's the tone with which it was delivered - high, squeaky joy.