That kid has more variations of her name than anyone I know. Amaya and most of the cousins call her "Okie", some call her "Oakwie", Paxton calls her "Oakie-Oakie!" and she called herself, "Gokie!"
Like most almost 2 year olds, everything is, "MY!" If I point to something and ask her what it is (i.e. a ball) she just says, "My-mine!" Everything is, "MY-ah baby!", "MY-MY shoes!", and "MY-pa-pad". (my i-pad). Her other favorite word is "Nyo" or "Nope."
Mom: Do you want a banana?
Oaklie: Nyo.
Mom: Do you want an apple?
Oaklie (sinister voice): Nyope.
Mom: Do you want a cookie?
Oaklie: Nyope.
Mom: Do you want to go to Disneyland?
Oaklie: Nope.
She likes to sing songs songs like, "wo, wo, wo is-a-bow" (Row, Row, Row Your Boat) and Called to Serve, "alled to erve our KEEEN!"
"Nee" is Uncle Nate, "Non" is Uncle John, and "Paps" is cousin Paxton.
Oaklie is starting to go in the potty sometimes. She has a little potty seat that goes on our toilet because her bum is so tiny she can't sit on the regular seat. It has little ducks on it and hangs on a hook on our wall when it's not in use. Oaklie thinks it's the neatest thing ever. "MY guck pawee," she says. Last night when she was supposed to be sleeping, she came downstairs buck naked. I took her upstairs, she'd taken her dirty diaper off, so I cleaned her up and sent her back to bed. Later, when Dallas went to use the bathroom, there was a half a roll of toilet paper in the bowl and poop smeared all over the seat and Oaklie's potty seat. The sick part was that she'd hung her toilet seat back up on the wall.
Saturday Oaklie came out of her bedroom and went crying to Dallas, saying, "Owee! Owee! Owee!" and pointed to these red marks on her arm, then dissolved in tears. It was ketchup. I'd missed one of her arms after lunch.
Amaya is starting to have quite the imagination. She loves to tell me stories. She has a birthday coming up and we were talking about presents and what she wanted for her birthday. This is what she said, "Um, like a doll, and she haves red hair like me, and it's kinda long like this, and then she haves cancer and her hair go all gone, and then she wear a scarf like this." I haven't heard of any dolls like that for sale, but I'll keep my eyes open.
Amaya is starting to understand family relations i.e. Nanna is Mom's mom, Uncle Tyson is Dad's brother, Great-Grandma Baxter is Grandma's Mom, etc. She always tells me that she is AbbyJo's mom (that's her baby doll) and I am AbbyJo's Nana. Last night she told me she had a new mom named "Olga" (she always makes up the weirdest names). A new NICE mom (ouch, right?) and that I was her aunt. It was painful to hear, but the real salt in the wound was when she said that Olga was AbbyJo's new Nana, not me. When I put her to bed, she brought up her new NICE mom, Olga, and I told her if she got a new mom I would be sad. She'd have to go to a new house and leave all of her toys at our house. Mom, Dad, and Oaklie would all stay here and we would miss her. I would be really sad and I would miss my Amaya a lot. She looked at me, shrugged her shoulders and said, "You can be the aunt."
The other day I told her to go get her shoes in her room. Then I said, "Actually, your shoes are downstairs." She turned to me, laughed, and said, "I'm not Ashley! I'm Amaya nerd!"
Last week I told her we were going to run some errands. "Why we going to Erin's house?" she asked. "We're not going to Erin's house, we're running errands." I said (I don't even know anyone named Erin). Pouty face, "But I wanted to go to Erin's house!" I explained to her that running errands meant we were going to the grocery store, the bank, and dropping off invitations to my activity day girls. Errands is just a word that means you are going places to get jobs done. She nodded and seemed to grasp the concept. I told her she needed to go to the bathroom before we left. "It's okay," she said "I'll just go potty at Erin's house."
I've got some updates I still need to finish...pictures from Kelly Canyon when we drove side-by-sides over to have a picnic, relay for life, and Nate's farewell.
