That is hilarious. My daughter used to say "par" meaning "sweater". Then one day it became "fwetter" and then it became "sweater". Treasure those little words. You will miss them.
The makings of a genius ya got there, Malady! I'll never forget when driving on the freeway, my toddler suddenly screamed "FUCK! FUCK!" After my picking up my jaw, I realized she that was pointing excitedly at a passing TRUCK! Now, the F word means the F word!
So he gets his waffle/banana/yogurt/oatmeal blended by mommy, play with bock and a twuck while Mommy is in despair. Hmm... Maybe he'll let you play bocks next time.
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LMAO-I understood everything he was saying...too funny
I miss my daughter talking like that...I miss my daughter talking. Period. Pre-teen. Nuff said.
I loved the way she used to call me "Heyween" ( short for Hey,Rene as my husband would call me)
Peace - Rene
Awww. Hope the pronunciation of "despair" does not improve! You get you some time out there little momma. You need it!
Make a lot of smoothies or something? My kid wouldn't know a blender if I clocked him with it.
...uh, not that I've done that. Ahem.
Ha! Keely, you're funny. I have to blend his oatmeal every morning. For some reason he goes apeshit over the blender.
When I first started making smoothies for my boys they would dance around the kitchen screaming when I started it up. Now they just scream.
I used to love getting my infant (at the time) cousin to say 'glass'. He couldn't pronounce the 'gl' part of it. Hey! I was a teenager! lol!
I always have said it but staying home with my boys was the hardest job in my life. I loved it but I NEVER left work.
Hiring a babysitter isn't a bad idea.
That is hilarious. My daughter used to say "par" meaning "sweater". Then one day it became "fwetter" and then it became "sweater". Treasure those little words. You will miss them.
I love babyspeak. And your blog!
The makings of a genius ya got there, Malady!
I'll never forget when driving on the freeway, my toddler suddenly screamed "FUCK! FUCK!" After my picking up my jaw, I realized she that was pointing excitedly at a passing TRUCK! Now, the F word means the F word!
So he gets his waffle/banana/yogurt/oatmeal blended by mommy, play with bock and a twuck while Mommy is in despair. Hmm... Maybe he'll let you play bocks next time.
my mom used to always remind me of my baby words:
goo gar - screwdriver
wah wah - washcloth
tac tor - tractor
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