The Moon
Miranda: I can reach the moon.
Me: You can? Are you sure?
Miranda: I can get a ladder and climb up it.
Me: I see. I think you can only do that in stories, but it's a good idea.
Miranda: You can lift me up and I can reach the moon.
Me: The moon is much higher than that.
Miranda: [thoughtful pause] I can reach the moon. I can reach it. [wanders off]
New program
I was doing my rounds of the net, which includes dropping in to a Photoshop (software) forum. The forum has a banner at the top that says "Photoshop" in fancy lettering.
Miranda came over, looked at the screen, and announced, "That says Potatoshop."
It was a good guess, I thought, and I told her so, and told her what it really said, but from now on I think I might always think of it as Adobe Potatoshop...
Full of beans
Me (to Zoë): You're full of beans today!
Miranda: Yeah, and I'm full of carrots!
I love you...
Miranda noticed for the first time today that her sister is a little unusual.
Miranda said to her, "I love you, Zoë." Zoë didn't say anything. Miranda waited, and then repeated it. Zoë still didn't say anything. Finally, Miranda turned to me and said, "I telled Zoë I love you," and looked very genuinely perplexed.
Obviously, Miranda was expecting Zoë to say, "I love you, too."
I told Miranda that sometimes Zoë can't talk, but that Zoë does love her. Miranda thought about it a little and said a couple of times, "Zoë can't talk," as if she was mulling it over, but eventually she seemed to accept it.
An interesting development, to say the least.
Chatterbox
Telephone, telegraph, tell Miranda...
Miranda loves to repeat things. She's a real little chatterbox. For example, I had an ingrown toenail that was giving me trouble and I finally had to go to the doctor to get the nail resectioned (or whatever they call that). Since she first knew I had a sore toe (several weeks ago) Miranda has asked several times a day about it ("You got a sore toe? It's getting better. The doctor give you medicine.") and told other people about it ("Mama's got a sore toe. The doctor gave her medicine. It's getting better.").
Well, recently I had a sudden and rather painful bout of cystitis, which is an inflammation and infection of the bladder. Miranda heard me making "ouchy" noises and asked what was wrong and I, foolishly, told her (well, more or less; I used simple terms). She then proceeded to ask me how I hurt myself, did I bump myself on a door? On the potty? In the bed? (I never could communicate to her that it's just an infection; as far as she's concerned, all hurts are from bumping yourself.)
Anyway, she was pleased to announce to her grandparents that Mama had sort private parts! I asked her if she wanted to go and tell the neighbors or take out an ad in the paper.
From now on, I'll just fudge when an issue is something I don't want the whole world to know about.
General update
Miss Miranda's doing well. She's developing normally, and her speech is getting more complex all the time. She's turning into a really funny kid, and often says things that make us laugh. And, of course, once she's made us laugh, she'll keep on saying things trying to get more laughs.
I need to remember to jot down some of the funny things she says and put them here. She's really quite entertaining.
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