My daughter has recently been marveling at the wonders of being a mimic. Most of the time, I’m
quite ok with this as I enjoy hearing her pronouncing the words we try and teach her, climb the things I show her and eat the way we coach her. However, there are a few trends that worry me a little.
The dogs
Whenever our dogs bark, she runs over to the door, puts an incredibly stern face and yells “noooooooooooo”
I have these visions of some old lady coughing in the supermarket and the ‘2 foot enforcer’ runs over, points, gets a look like an old English school teacher and yells at her for hacking up half a lung.
The farts
She has discovered that when you crouch down and squat, you can fart much easier and louder than standing up. (She didn’t get this from me ok) She even tries to hide them by pretending to smell a flower in the garden or picking something up off the floor.
The nose
Sometimes I catch my daughter looking at me when I am doing a bit of nose mining. The other day she ran up to Wifey and I with both fingers stuck up her nose yelling “mumma - dadda”
“That’s nice dear, now take them out as they are past the knuckle”
The food
She now knows where food comes from. I sneak into the kitchen and try, I mean really really try to open the cupboard quietly but inevitably I hear little footsteps running full pelt towards the kitchen. “Dadda…..aaaarrrrrrggggghhhhh” This doesn’t stop until a biscuit, sultanas or piece of dried mango or other such sweet treat is given to her.
The screaming and throwing yourself on the ground
This one puzzles me a little. Neither my wife nor I are geared towards throwing tantrums. She must get this from the dogs.
The smack down
I like building things with her blocks. I have a game with my daughter. ‘See how quickly daddy can make something before I come and knock it all down’
This is followed by a mighty triumphant “raaaaaaaaaarrrrrrrrrr”
The splashing, oh my god the splashing
I’m really starting to wish I didn’t teach her how to splash in the bath. Each time I bath her I come out looking like I have been in some sort of weird water-pistol orgy.
The pats
Whenever she cuddles, she pats you on the back. “Good job dadda” I can hear her saying
I love watching my daughter grow. I love seeing traces of my personality in her and wondering what type of person she will grow into. I hope the farting thing doesn’t go too far into adulthood and I’m sure she will probably get the urge to discipline dogs every now and again.
Posted by Peter

Jason
My wife sent me the following message this morning at 8:45am...
I guess we're supposed to be paying attention to every "Must-Have Toy List" that hits the Internets.
See these two logos over here? My daughter now recognizes them as biiiike and beepo, respectively. With beer already under her belt, as well as radio, and her recent affinity for the Morongo Casino commercial, I'm predicting a full conversion to uberchild by age 3. By then, she'll be able to apply her own lip gloss, gap a spark plug, exfoliate her face and re-plumb the bathroom. I'm not saying I don't appreciate everything she's learning from her Mom and sister. I'm just saying that's only half the picture. :-)
so hot you don’t want to eat. Cold beers and cold cuts for lunch and a swim at the beach in your new speedo’s (or as I like to call them, ‘Budgie Smugglers’)





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