Curds and ace
4:25 p.m. on 2005-08-12
I know I never talk about my beautiful daughter here. Maybe that's because pretty much all my time is devoted to her and this diary is a break for me. Or maybe I burnt out on listening to people talk about their kids around the water cooler before I had Juniper, so that little "you're being annoying" light goes on in my head whenever I start to talk about her. Wait, I don't have that alarm system. Obviously. Juniper still isn't talking. She knows what everything is and can follow complex instructions, but she mostly just says "Ace" with varying inflections. I think it is because I am perfectly able to understand her without her going through the hassle of learning speech. So I've begun feigning ignorance of her gestures and grunts. When she shoves a book into my arms and sits down next to me, I'm like, "What? What do you want?" "Ace." (Pointing at the book). "Huh?" "Ace!" (Grabbing the book and handing it to me again, with exaggerated expectancy). "Do you want me to read you the book?" "Ace!" And so on. So far, it's not really working, but what do you expect? The smartass is strong in this one, though. When she points at all the various objects of interest in her life, all different kinds of ace to her, instead of naming the objects like I have been doing for months and months, I say "What is that?" and she points again at the object, as if to say "Whaddaya mean, what is it? It's that!" Anyway, I'm making my own soymilk and tofu now. Good lord. What will I think of next?
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