From the monthly archives:

February 2005

proto-speech

February 10, 2005

Me: How about we listen to some Beck, little dancing person? I bet you’ll like Beck. Rio: Yeah! This would be the sequel to this morning’s “Dada! Dada! Dada!” as she climbed all over her sleeping father and yesterday’s exuberant “Hola!” accompanying her enthusiastic hand-waving. Hold the presses; I don’t think she’s actually talking yet. [...]

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tiny dancer

February 10, 2005

Rio, to the great surprise of absolutely no Duran Duran fans, has become the world’s smallest dancer. Even humming a few bars of music is enough to get her up on her feet and shaking her little booty enthusiastically in time with my weak attempts at tune-carrying.

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cardboard cookies

February 9, 2005

Rio is cruising around a large cardboard box in the study, nibbling the edges of it. In each hand, she is holding half a teething cookie. A cookie she cried for. A cookie she is clutching, even now, like the source of life. A cookie she cannot be bothered to eat because the box is [...]

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On the subject of how unbearably cute my daughter is…

February 2, 2005

M came home last night and said, “Hi Rio!” like he always does. My mom was over, and was standing in the kitchen holding her. Rio lifted one of her perfect little hands and enthusiastically waved to him. “When did she learn to do that?” my mom asked. “Right now.” And she’s been doing it [...]

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smarter than the cats

February 2, 2005

I’m sitting at the computer desk, and Rio has just abandoned her latest attempt to ingest my books (Kafka this time. Why does she always go for the depressing Eastern European novels? Maybe all the booze and intellectual manure makes them tasty?). She goes for a little jaunt around the (mostly) babyproof downstairs. From the [...]