Geneva

Let's talk about Geneva for a minute, who has just turned two. How old are you, Geneva? 'Daneeva.' No, that's your name. How old are you.

She figured out the, like, present participle while we were in Cuba. Geneva, do you want to be carried? NO! Walkin. Ha ha haha, laffin'. But she overextrapolated for ages and it was amazing. The guy was refreshing my coffee and Geneva was like, Copfee! Hottin! And I'm like, Yes. He is hotting my coffee.

Now she's just a flawless conversationalist. I feel like she took her time talking, but then skipped a bunch of steps and makes almost no pronoun errors and says these long, rattling sentences. 'Didjou see de powkins, mummy?' Did I see the what? 'Didjou see de powkins, inna river?' Ah yes, I saw the pelicans.

But she still says 'whybaby' for library and pronounces horse like 'hearse,' pony like 'poony,' unicorn like 'unikern.'

Geneva wants to do everything Eleanor does. She is so agile I don't know what to do with her, except let her do whatever it is she wants to do. 'It's ok I can climb dis.' Ok, you climb it.

I caught her on video the literal last time she referred to herself as 'Yaya.' She has also only just stopped calling the wicked witch the 'naked witch.' She's obsessed with levels of nakedness. If I come out in capri pants she's like, 'Oohhhhhhh, wegs awwwwl naked!' And I'm like, Nope, my legs are just a little bit naked. 'Widdle bit nakedddd wegs!'

She will look into an empty bucket or cup or mouth and go Oh! Nobahddy heyah!

She thinks 'all fall down' means 'fell down.' OH NO! SPOON ALL FALL DOWN! Droppit spoon! I droppit my spoon.

She's such a buddy. Two is such a good age.