I forget that babies are little sponges. They pick up on the little things that we do. I don’t even realize this at times. The other week, while trying to multi-task, I left Jenna in front of the TV watching one of her videos. She typically is content and will stay in one place. I came back downstairs about 5-10 minutes later (bad mommy) and I see Jenna standing over a pool of saliva. And of course my blackberry phone is swimming in the middle of the man-made pond. It was saturated. Needless to say: it was broken. Like permanently broken. The kind of broken when you take it to the Verizon store and they show you the water-damaged indicator within the phone, which was turned bright red, indicating severe water damage.
Where am I going with this? My 14 month old now has her own phone. A pink blackberry phone, just like her mommy did…past tense. Sigh. A month or so ago I took pictures of her chatting on the phone, when it functioned. They were hilarious. I was driving over the weekend and I hear in the background her chatter:
“Hahhhyaaa”. “Haaayahhhaa”. “Hahyaahha”.
I look in my mirror and there she is, holding the blackberry up to her ear and chatting away. Little monkey is just like mommy monkey.
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