Saturday, April 28, 2007

Starbucks Baby

Wenn Mama was kauft, klar ist da für mich, oder?, fragt sich Tara. Will sagen, fragt sie sich gar nicht. Nimmt schlicht an und greift zu. Klar. Würde Mama ja auch genau so machen!

Und dann teilen wir einfach schwesterlich...


Weil Tari ein bischen dominant ist, was Tassen angeht, bekommt sie ab und zu auch ihre eigene. Findet sie gaaanz toll...

... bis sie dann sieht, dass Mamas Tasse viiieeel GRÖßER ist. Size does matter...

Prost, Tari. Wir teilen so oder so!

Sunday, April 15, 2007

Those First Pretty Pink Shoes

They had to be pink, of course, and Tara didn't even get a say in the matter, though at some significant point in the future, her wedding day perhaps, we'll present her her shoes with florish and tell her: Baby, you've taken a great lot of steps to get where you've got to today, and the first steps you took in these! And we do love your feet dearly!
Indeed, the prettiest little feet I ever did see (despite that odd little toe nail that seems to grow upward rather than straight), and how she loves it when I bite her tiny heels (not too hard, mummy! Gently!)!
When Tara had her sweet little feet measured, she didn't really know that crucially important things were happening (things that lead to sweaty feet, non-slippery walking experiences, and sentimental presents), thought it was all rather boring, and entertained herself by pulling the sales lady's hair. Is that kind of incident worked into their specialist salary, I wonder?

Shoes are excellent stuff when...

... mummy won't let you go on the play ground cause all the other kids are so much bigger, and you only get to watch...
...mummy takes pity and does let you go (even though we're not quite sure about swings)
...and when mummy decides that just sitting on the grass is fine too (see the great amount of interesting sticks all around? Much better fun than swings!)

Aaaahh, shoes! Wonderful things!

Wednesday, April 11, 2007

Quiero mucho a mi Papa

Tara loves her dad tons. Here's why:

Video Video Video! (click to watch)

Mi papa siempre compra cosas gustosas. Todo lo que compra mi papa me gusta mucho.


Mi Papa querido me deja beber de su cafe. Esto me gusta. El cafe de papa tiene mas azucar que el cafe de mama. Es muy rico.

Mi Papa me lee mis cuentos favoritos y me hace reir mucho. Los dos pegamos al lobo malo.

(auf's Foto klicken, um ein Video zu sehen)

Casi siempre mi papa me da lo que quiero y me lleva a donde quiero ir. Esto me gusta mucho.


Mi papa me hace reir mucho. Me gusta mucho cuando me hace la foca! Mi papa es el mejor papa del mundo y cuando no esta en casa le echo mucho de menos.

Monday, April 09, 2007

Happy Easter

Happy Easter, everyone, says bunny baby Tara!

Magic Shoes, 5.99


A special offer, of course, what else, but just look how special!
The day we put them on her, her little velcroe clip sports shoes (one size too large so she can grow into them), she decided it was time to stand up holding on to something other than mummy. Soon she will be cruising and, like I'm busy predicting, never crawl. Won't she? Our bonny genius bunny girl. And 'cause we're so proud and elated - not quite yet thinking about the practical implications in terms of home re-arrangements - we'll quite generously forgive her this horrible nursery chesty cold that she's handed on to mum. Never mind mummy, bonny bunny! For an Easter treat you'll have a proper pair of cruising shoes fit at Clark's, you little genius baby! (And the parents will get some oranges for a vitamin boost.)


Spring on New Walk


In line with Tara's developmental blossoming, the leaves on the trees have come out over night as well (some at least). And so has the sun.

Glaring sun! Gotta put some cool glasses on, ey?

Ok. I confess. She's not genius enough to put her own pair of sun glasses on. The pictures really reads from right to left, and the caption should be: 'What the ****! Why has it gone so disturbingly dark? Take that **** off my face, and what is it anyway!' The glasses aren't even hers, and judging from how quickly they came off again there seems little point in getting her her own pair just yet. Which is ok, as some real shoes at Clark's start from 16 pounds.
But there we go, the sun is out, and so are we. But shopping, too, is out as everything is closed, and Tante Claudia, Mummy and Tara end up in Cathedral Park with nothing better to do that practise some standing, fondle some of the vegetation, and try to eat the leaves. And the bench.


And what with the weather so nice, and mummy being such a sucker for fotos, we come home with a lot of shots that remind us... remind us... oh yes!, remind us of some pictures we took a few months back, on the self same bench. Now add a bit of Easter spare time and some fiddling in this photo programme... and voila! Double up!


It's fun being a sucker for fotos!

Mamma

She's been pointing for a couple of weeks now. 'DA' (That, in a note to all English-only speakers, is 'there' in German. Convenient, innit?), pointing, meaning, gimme this, gimme that, take me here, take me there, and I want that! She's got quite a little dictator for an index finger, in fact, and has been upsetting daddy as most times he picks her up, she looks round to find mummy, points, coos 'da' and throws herself off his arms to follow her little finger's lead.

Wo ist Mama? Da!

And then she said it (Life dramatically switches to slow motion, and music fades in)! She was handed to daddy. Mummy left the room. Sneezed a major sneeze out of sight. And Tara (violins kick in) turns on daddy's arm, points (extra slow motion), and coos 'Mamma'! With a heavy Italian accent.
Mamma comes running back, and Jose is jeallous.
And for the rest of the weekend tortures Tara by not handing her straight back when she points, pulls a desperate little face and coos da-da or ummm or anything not definitively mamma. Which, in all honesty, hasn't been repeated, but I'm so pleased anyway that my mamma-high will easily last me a week.

Sunday, April 01, 2007

Brush My Two Teeth


Would she let daddy brush his teeth with that Exceedingly Exciting Whizzing Thing? Of course not! And it's about time we started brushing those two tiny pearly anyway - several toys already feature little bit marks - can you spot them (the pearls, not the bite marks on the toys)?