I wish I could write down every funny and insightful thing Dalia says. She keeps me laughing! On Valentine's Day, I gave her a chocolate Hello Kitty heart, and she said, "Mama, you're so naughty."
She has picked up on the way that some people - mostly from Massachusetts or Rhode Island - pronounce her name with a hard "a" like apple, instead of a long "a" like "oz" - and she will correct the person with the proper pronunciation.
Her evening games include standing on the coffee table in the living room, naked, and jumping out as far as she can onto the bean bag chair. She calls this "going to the beach." It looks more like flying!
We have alternated being sick all winter long.
Dalia loves messy play - sticking her hands into a huge bowl of flour, driving cars around, patting it down, sifting it; then switching to a bowl of warm water, glass noodles, and food coloring. The entire apartment was covered in flour footprints and handprints. Then came the chalk drawings on the white door to the deck...!
Dalia loves to sing - and she has good pitch! Nothing makes me happier than hearing her sing a little song to herself or her ponies, her Wonder Pets, or her Dinosaur, Ned.
The other night, as we were reading books in her bed, she lay on top of me, with her back to my stomach, and we both opened our arms wide and pretended we were a book. I said, "This the book of Dalia's life, and we are at the very beginning." She wanted to know about the first night that I saw her. I told her all about flying to China with Baba, finding out that night that we were going to meet her, hearing the knock on the door, opening the door to see her in her pink kangol hat and padded, warm chinese clothes, with her ophanage director and a loving nanny, having driven up from Tian Shui. And how I sat on the floor, and she held her arms out for me to pick her up. It is so much fun to tell her these stories now that she can imagine the scene and hear the emotion and love in my voice.
Friday, February 22, 2013
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