The Funnest Age

I really think Sarah is at the funnest age right now! I may have said this before on this blog; I may even have another post with this exact same title from an earlier stage. Some of our good friends, Graham and Ashlei, say that they think every stage with their son is the funnest one yet, and I would have to agree. And, yes, I do know that "funnest" is not grammatically correct, but this is a blog not a thesis, people (Dad)!

Anyway, my camera (yes, my new one that I am always praising) is having some technical difficulties, and I keep forgetting to charge the battery of our video camera, so this post is going to be photo/video-free (sorry Mom and Barb), but full of cute stories from recent days that I just had to post!

Sarah has a really adorable stuffed cow that stays in her bed with her. Unlike "Mr. Bun," who is Sarah's best friend that she'd prefer to keep with her absolutely at all times, "Niu Niu" (local language for little cow) is just a bedtime friend. The other day, though, I realized Sarah had given Niu Niu her own name--Horsey! Sarah is actually really into cows--ahem "horsies"--these days. She frequently brings me books with pictures of cows in them, saying "Mooo mooo! Horsey!" Yes, she is a little confused about her livestock, but who can blame her since where we live is about as far from "rural" as you can get. Plus, its adorable! I promise I will correct her soon, just not too soon. ;)

She calls lunch, "munch." I love it!

She loves apple juice. When she has apple juice in her cup, she runs around the apartment saying, "Apple juice! Apple juice! Apple juice!"

She is learning some of the local language. She can say goodbye, auntie, uncle (general terms of respect for any grown-up), thank you, and apple. Apple is the cutest. It is pronounced "ping guo" but Sarah says "pinkle." I giggle every time. If we can just get her to learn how to say "hello" she's going to become the star of our neighborhood. We're still working on that, though.

She's starting to show interest in learning how to count. Yesterday, we were in a cab coming home from the grocery store, and she was holding up her hands, moving fingers up and down saying, "One. Choo. One. Choo." I showed her how to count to five using my fingers, and she loved it. She asked me to do it again and again. Though when she counts herself, its still just "One. Choo."

Anyway, that's all for now folks. Hopefully, photos and maybe even video will follow soon, once I get my technical act together!