1. Stella is standing in the living room, wearing only her sparkly pink sandals, when she announces her plans to go outside. I say, "Are you missing something?" She frowns, thoughtful. "...Ummm...." She brightens -- she's figured it out. "A magic wand!"
2. She's started saying "Sure" whenever she means "Yes." It works often but not always -- she sounds like a non-native speaker who hasn't quite figured out an idiom. For instance: "Wanna watch Dora!" "Not now, sweetie." "Suuuurre!"
3. She's pretty good at putting sounds together, but she has some quirky errors. She makes mistakes on /n/, which is weird -- /n/ is a really easy sound. She has a mee where you have a knee, and she frequently meeeeeeds one thing or another. I think she's on a mission to perplex her mother, who has never seen such a basic error in a kid with such an otherwise normal sound system.
4. She has a performer streak running through her. Last week we went to Boy Scout camp for family night, and she watched the drummers and dancers fairly patiently. When their first song ended, though, she stood up. "I go down and dance too," she announced. I didn't think that would go over well, but lo and behold they invited anyone who wanted to dance to come on down. Alex scooped her up and took her to the girls with fancy costumes, where she draped herself in a diaphanous white cape and twirled to the drums along with her biggest brother.
5. I fear this will be interesting to exactly zero people besides me, but I am watching with interest as she figures out prepositions. In my first year of high school Latin I remember learning that "in" could have multiple meanings in Latin, including in, on, or to. I thought, "To? To and in are completely different concepts." I was intrigued, then, when she started using "to" to mean "in" earlier this summer. Now she's sorted out "to," but she's overgeneralizing "for," along the lines of "We sit for the couch."
6. She has been on a Dora jag, asking constantly if she can watch another Dora episode on Amazon. My 30-year-old self would emphatically disapprove. Yesterday she decided we were living in a long-ago Dora story. "Oh, no!" she exclaimed. "I can't walk! I'm a giant potato! I not a girl; I'm a potato." [rendered poo-tato; in a related error she says "poo-mana" for banana. Do you think she's expressing her distaste for produce?]
7. One of my summer plans was to have a picnic dinner somewhere each week. Last week's picnic was kind of a disaster: they hated the food I'd packed, and we were supposed to meet Elwood but it didn't work out. But there was one bright spot. Someone nearby started playing some music with a good beat. "I'm gonna dance!" Stella announced. She got up and went to town, enjoying the heck out of that song in that moment. I hope she always feels so much at ease in her own skin.
More quick takes at Jen's.