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Sit and Stay a While

I learned a new phrase today. Siéntate por favor. It is Spanish for "please sit down" and Maddy has been using it (or something that sounds like it) for quite some time. She will sit somewhere and point at the spot next to her or the chair opposite her or a chair she would like to sit in but can't reach on her own and say "sitasit" sometimes even adding the "peas". I was able to figure out what she was saying some time ago since, A) this sounds like "sit" and B) she would point emphatically at what she wants you to do. But today I got confirmation that she is actually trying to say a real word.

Here is a photo of her "siéntate"ing and reading (with her ever-present helper) this morning. You might notice her choice of a seat is actually the Boppy Lounger... the chair meant for 2.0 when he arrives. Hopefully they will be able to share. :)

 

Speaking of 2.0, had a doctor's appointment today and I am still at 3 centimeters and holding strong. Looks like we have at least a few more days 'til our party of 5 is a party of 6.

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  1. I can see the black cat hairs on the boppy from here!

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    1. We actually vaccumed it and got most of them off. It is perfect... except Maddy thinks it is hers.

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  2. "sientate" was a popular phrase of mine when I taught at risk preschoolers during student teacher. A lot of them were children of the migrant workers. Hilarious that she is bilingual :)

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    1. It is great. We are learning a lot of Spanish as a result, too.

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