It is tough to keep up with this toddler

It has been a peaceful week. We have a new nanny and so far, things are going well. Adoti has warmed up to her and the two of them get up to all kinds of mischief together.

The child has even made a friend. There is a sweet, little two-year-old girl who lives down the way.

For some reason, she does not speak. The community of nannies in the neighbourhood have come up with varying reasons why, most of which have their source in one tribal grouping or another.

That chatter notwithstanding, Adoti and Leila are bosom buddies. It is so cute to see them charging from one end of the court to the other, falling and standing up again, rolling around on the ground and generally having a good time.

Over the last few days, she has been coming home covered in dirt from head to toe, the happiest I have seen her in a while.

She toddles around the house, hands held high as if in a victory dance, taking to herself and laughing, presumably at her own jokes.

She is also becoming a little video-recording machine, storing everything we say and do for future repetition. So far, she has learned how to wave goodbye, although it usually looks like she is beckoning instead of bidding farewell.

She waves her hand back and forth, touching her fingers to her palm, and as you would expect, does it all the time whether or not anyone is coming or going.

And this very proud mama can report that the child has also learned how to say her name. She pronounces it as Do-tee! With huge emphasis on the ‘tee’. I am not too sure she knows what it means though, because again, she says it all the time.

So, say I refuse to give her the remote control. I have had to ban her from any kind of ‘remote’ contact because she was kicking them about like footballs.

The TV remote is bound up and bandaged with a sizeable strip of white tape (it is the only colour I had) because she dropped it one too many times and eventually, it cracked. Not a good look. But I digress.

When I refuse to give it to her, she stamps her little foot and yells, “Do-tee.” To go along with that forceful display of absolute displeasure, she bows her head slightly and furrows her brow, as if to say, “Whatchu talking about, Mama?”

I will usually shake my head and go, “Aaa-ah!” But then my miniature video recorder will press play and go, “A-aah!” as well, shaking her head in the exact same fashion, fully expecting that I will give her remote eventually.

Other times, she will be pulling magazines off the coffee table and flinging them on the floor with the kind of dramatic flair only an 11-month-old can muster, all the while shaking her head and going, “A-aah!” It really is quite cute, even as it is exasperating.

Recently, she has taken to licking everything. Before she would try and put everything in her mouth, but she has figured out that some things are not portable. I have found her licking the bathroom floor. My kneejerk response is always to shake my head and go, “Aaa-ah!” Right on cue, the child comes back with an “A-aah!” shaking her head even more vigourously, but then bending down to take another lick.

Realising that there is a breakdown in communication, I pick her up, lifting her high off the ground where she is in less danger of swallowing an amoeba.For that breach of the peace, I get a resounding, “Do-tee!”

Sigh. This little girl mine. When she is not licking the floor, she is licking my face. It is quite a production. She takes my face in both hands and clamps down hard, lest I attempt a quick getaway, sticks her tongue all the way out, and then slurps like she is eating a human ice cream cone. By the time she is done, I feel like I have been baptised, and Adoti is talking to herself and laughing, presumably because I have now become the joke.

This is what they mean when they say that kids grow fast. It is miraculous to me that this little human, with her blossoming personality, was born less than one year ago.

I look at pictures from the day she was born and I am amazed at how much she has changed. It is as if she has been born again. Lord knows she has been my salvation.