10.23.2009
Giggly words
Kent just referred to Green Eggs and Ham as "Sam and Ham." Between that, the panda sneezing video, and my accidental invention of the word "pajeemas" (cross between "pajamas" and "PJs"), I can't stop giggling.
Jack tells me I'm very punchy tonight. I blame the pumpkin pie.
Edit: I just got a word verification word on someone else's blog that reads "sphit". This is getting out of hand — it's like the universe *wants* me to giggle all night.
Jack tells me I'm very punchy tonight. I blame the pumpkin pie.
Edit: I just got a word verification word on someone else's blog that reads "sphit". This is getting out of hand — it's like the universe *wants* me to giggle all night.
Labels: language, observations
- posted by erica 10/23/2009 09:28:00 PM
- 0 comments
10.15.2009
Cool stuff Kent is doing
I love the window into language development that Kent is giving me. Lately, I've been noticing the hilariously cute way he puts words together as he's starting to express more complex thoughts and comparisons. He's using "because" more. He still says "you" when he means "I" or "me," except in a few phrases like "Mommy I'm coming Mommy!" Note the repeated "Mommy." Very sweet. He also repeats "please" at the beginning and end of a request when we ask him to ask for something in a nice way, so he'll say, "Please Daddy I can have some more milk, please." His preposition usage is all over the place and makes me smile every day; yesterday, when he was up in his bed and I was sitting on the floor, he said, "K is high from Mommy!" and then crouched down and said, "K is LOOOWWWWWW from Mommy." When he's walking around with a shirt but no pants (usually after he runs out of the bathroom after using the potty), he remarks that he is "nakey of a bottom." I'm not sure if he means his actual bottom or just his bottom half, but he says it with a smile in a very amused voice, as if he knows exactly how funny he is without pants on. Nakedness in general makes him smile, no matter who's naked. When we were in North Carolina a few weeks ago and he went to help wake up my uncle one morning, he saw that my uncle wasn't wearing a shirt and said with a giggle, "Gruncle Mark is a little bit nakey!"
We're going to try out a free music class at Gymboree this morning, a class that's geared toward kids his age and older. I'm in a position right now where there are so many activities I think he'd be interested in, and so many different kinds of new toys I want to get him, that I really have to prioritize because we can't afford everything. Nor do I want to smother him with toys and keep him running from one activity to the next all week. But I have thought about how much he'd enjoy a tumbling class, or a swimming class... and of course music is fun for any kid, though I feel like music is the one thing I'm capable of teaching him myself, so a music class might get cut from the list.
Nesting for me is having a happy consequence for Kent: my renewed sense of artistic creativity. We're going to try fabric crayons today on a onesie and a bib for Dean — Kent will use the crayons to draw on a piece of regular paper, and then I'll iron the paper onto the fabric to leave the design behind. I'm excited to see how it turns out. The only problem is that I could only find Crayola fabric crayons, which don't work on 100% cotton, so I had to get a synthetic blend for my little babe. Poo. Luckily, the dollar store was happy to help me out.
I'm also feeling fall-y, wanting to bake some pumpkin bread with the pumpkin I cooked a couple of Sundays ago, and we need some decorations in our house besides the little gourds that I placed on top of some Halloween fabric on our dining room table. I've been thinking that it would be fun to try crayon shavings on wax paper to make stained "glass," and I realized last night that we could just use fall colors, then cut out leaf shapes from the wax paper after I iron it. I'll post pictures if any of these activities turn out well.
It's becoming more and more essential for me to figure out ways for Kent to help with things around the house, because I've noticed that he pushes his boundaries much harder if I'm occupied, and I in turn react with not-nice words and voice if I feel like he's interrupting something I'm trying to accomplish. It's a little bit him and a little bit me, exacerbated by pregnancy hormones. Even just letting him help for a minute makes a huge difference. Last night, he was restless and bored before dinner, so I asked him to count out three ears of corn from a bag and put them into the pot. Well, he thought he was hot stuff. He splashed water everywhere, but it so did not matter. He even told Jack when he got home that he had put the corn in the pot, like the old Shake 'n' Bake commercial where the little girl says, "It's Shake 'n' Bake, and I helped!!" I've tried getting him to help me sort the laundry, like asking him to find all the socks, but he usually ends up tossing stuff all over the floor or waving things around like flags. That's okay.
Dean is accumulating quite a little pile of clothes already, thanks to my mom, who loves to shop for tiny things. I think we actually have enough newborn-sized stuff now, and after a couple of months, it'll be warm enough here that Dean can wear the short-sleeved stuff Kent lived in for the beginning of his life. I might knit a couple more pairs of booties, a hat, etc., but I'm feeling less urgent about that stuff now that we have a stack in our "nest room" (formerly the guest room). We'll still need to get a couple of other things, like an extra base for the infant carseat; we didn't need one when Kent was a baby because Jack's car had no A/C and I wasn't going to put Kent in there, but now we actually have two comfortable cars. Radical concept.
I will now amaze myself and take a shower before 10 a.m. so that we can get our music on. Look at me go.
We're going to try out a free music class at Gymboree this morning, a class that's geared toward kids his age and older. I'm in a position right now where there are so many activities I think he'd be interested in, and so many different kinds of new toys I want to get him, that I really have to prioritize because we can't afford everything. Nor do I want to smother him with toys and keep him running from one activity to the next all week. But I have thought about how much he'd enjoy a tumbling class, or a swimming class... and of course music is fun for any kid, though I feel like music is the one thing I'm capable of teaching him myself, so a music class might get cut from the list.
Nesting for me is having a happy consequence for Kent: my renewed sense of artistic creativity. We're going to try fabric crayons today on a onesie and a bib for Dean — Kent will use the crayons to draw on a piece of regular paper, and then I'll iron the paper onto the fabric to leave the design behind. I'm excited to see how it turns out. The only problem is that I could only find Crayola fabric crayons, which don't work on 100% cotton, so I had to get a synthetic blend for my little babe. Poo. Luckily, the dollar store was happy to help me out.
I'm also feeling fall-y, wanting to bake some pumpkin bread with the pumpkin I cooked a couple of Sundays ago, and we need some decorations in our house besides the little gourds that I placed on top of some Halloween fabric on our dining room table. I've been thinking that it would be fun to try crayon shavings on wax paper to make stained "glass," and I realized last night that we could just use fall colors, then cut out leaf shapes from the wax paper after I iron it. I'll post pictures if any of these activities turn out well.
It's becoming more and more essential for me to figure out ways for Kent to help with things around the house, because I've noticed that he pushes his boundaries much harder if I'm occupied, and I in turn react with not-nice words and voice if I feel like he's interrupting something I'm trying to accomplish. It's a little bit him and a little bit me, exacerbated by pregnancy hormones. Even just letting him help for a minute makes a huge difference. Last night, he was restless and bored before dinner, so I asked him to count out three ears of corn from a bag and put them into the pot. Well, he thought he was hot stuff. He splashed water everywhere, but it so did not matter. He even told Jack when he got home that he had put the corn in the pot, like the old Shake 'n' Bake commercial where the little girl says, "It's Shake 'n' Bake, and I helped!!" I've tried getting him to help me sort the laundry, like asking him to find all the socks, but he usually ends up tossing stuff all over the floor or waving things around like flags. That's okay.
Dean is accumulating quite a little pile of clothes already, thanks to my mom, who loves to shop for tiny things. I think we actually have enough newborn-sized stuff now, and after a couple of months, it'll be warm enough here that Dean can wear the short-sleeved stuff Kent lived in for the beginning of his life. I might knit a couple more pairs of booties, a hat, etc., but I'm feeling less urgent about that stuff now that we have a stack in our "nest room" (formerly the guest room). We'll still need to get a couple of other things, like an extra base for the infant carseat; we didn't need one when Kent was a baby because Jack's car had no A/C and I wasn't going to put Kent in there, but now we actually have two comfortable cars. Radical concept.
I will now amaze myself and take a shower before 10 a.m. so that we can get our music on. Look at me go.
Labels: belly, craftiness, Kent, language, nesting
- posted by erica 10/15/2009 09:51:00 AM
- 3 comments
8.01.2009
He's getting funnier
Kent has been extra funny today. I just love when kids get to the stage that they start to say really funny things, most of which are based on the way they conceptualize the world and how it's different from the way adults conceptualize it. This afternoon, I got a haircut — for the first time in about five months, thank you. When Kent and Jack came to get me at the end, I picked up Kent, he ran his hands over my hair a little bit, and he said, "Mommy look so HANDSOME!" When I brush his hair after his bath and it's all straight and slicked down, I often tell him that he looks so handsome and he promptly messes it up to be funny. I guess he figured it was a compliment that could go either way.
He ran up to me after dinner tonight, after just having used the potty, and I told him to give me a high-five. He slapped my hand sort of gently, then told me he wanted to give me a "loud high-five," which I figured meant that he wanted to hit me harder. I said, "Okay, here," and held out my hand. He began slapping it again and yelling, "Loud, LOUD!!!" at the top of his lungs.
He's also become very interested in doing things "fast" lately; he'll tell us that he wants us to drive fast, or that we should push the grocery cart fast, or that he wants to sing a song fast. If he's running fast or do something else at an accelerated pace, he'll yell "fastfastfastfastFAST!!"
His favorite song, which has been his favorite for a while now, is Trout Fishing in America's "My Hair Had a Party Last Night." Kent calls it "Oh my py ny," which I have referenced before. Lately, he's started strumming my stepdad's banjo (which is on a stand in our guest room) and chanting his way through the chorus as best he can, telling us, "K play 'Oh my py ny!'" He hits about every third word, mostly the words he knows, like "plo-plo," which means both pillow and piano. Pillow, in this case. It makes us laugh so very hard that I wanted to get it on tape before he stopped doing it. Here are the actual words to the first part of the chorus, since it's difficult to tell what Kent is saying if you don't know the song:
Oh, my hair had a party last night
It must have got into a terrible fight
'Cause when my head hit the pillow it was looking alright
My hair had a party last night
At the very end of the song, they repeat "last night, last night" a few times, and then there's a big guitar strum to finish it off, which Kent has turned into "woo!" Most of Trout's music is pretty great, and this one is especially fun to hear Kent interpret.
Now that you've heard it at regular speed, here's his "fast" version.
He ran up to me after dinner tonight, after just having used the potty, and I told him to give me a high-five. He slapped my hand sort of gently, then told me he wanted to give me a "loud high-five," which I figured meant that he wanted to hit me harder. I said, "Okay, here," and held out my hand. He began slapping it again and yelling, "Loud, LOUD!!!" at the top of his lungs.
He's also become very interested in doing things "fast" lately; he'll tell us that he wants us to drive fast, or that we should push the grocery cart fast, or that he wants to sing a song fast. If he's running fast or do something else at an accelerated pace, he'll yell "fastfastfastfastFAST!!"
His favorite song, which has been his favorite for a while now, is Trout Fishing in America's "My Hair Had a Party Last Night." Kent calls it "Oh my py ny," which I have referenced before. Lately, he's started strumming my stepdad's banjo (which is on a stand in our guest room) and chanting his way through the chorus as best he can, telling us, "K play 'Oh my py ny!'" He hits about every third word, mostly the words he knows, like "plo-plo," which means both pillow and piano. Pillow, in this case. It makes us laugh so very hard that I wanted to get it on tape before he stopped doing it. Here are the actual words to the first part of the chorus, since it's difficult to tell what Kent is saying if you don't know the song:
Oh, my hair had a party last night
It must have got into a terrible fight
'Cause when my head hit the pillow it was looking alright
My hair had a party last night
At the very end of the song, they repeat "last night, last night" a few times, and then there's a big guitar strum to finish it off, which Kent has turned into "woo!" Most of Trout's music is pretty great, and this one is especially fun to hear Kent interpret.
Now that you've heard it at regular speed, here's his "fast" version.
Labels: Kent, language, music, video
- posted by erica 8/01/2009 06:09:00 PM
- 2 comments
5.27.2009
Missing connections
Kent was up for about five minutes this morning when he started proclaiming, "K love Grandma Grandpa." Throughout the day, as I talked to him about the people he loves and who love him, he said, "K love GranDebbie Bapa," "K love Patti Celia," and there was some iteration of proclaiming his affection for us, his parents. He also elaborated by telling me, "Patti Celia have feet," and "Mommy has feet." This is definitely a kid who processes and labels things out loud, I tell ya. Out LOUD.
I hadn't thought before today about the fact that "and" isn't in his vocabulary yet. Kind of interesting. He just smashes nouns together like he's a German speaker or something.
We say a blessing at dinner every night, and at other meals if we're all sitting together, and it's usually just a quick thanks for the people who love us, the food on the table, the other gifts God has given us, etc. Kent usually pipes up with "zoo," apparently wanting God to know that he's thankful for the zoo. We haven't been to a zoo in months, but we're going to the Audubon Zoo in NOLA tomorrow with some of our friends — despite the heat, I'm really looking forward to it. They have an endangered species carousel like the one at the NC Zoo, a petting zoo, a big Louisiana swamp habitat, and the other usual zoo necessaries like flamingos, elephants, giraffes, lions, and the like. My camera battery is charged, the snacks and diaper bag are packed, and all that's left is getting some sleep before we hit the road.
Oh, and I'm making waffles in the morning. Foolhardy for more than one reason. I got in a mood today and pulled the waffle iron out for the first time since the Sticking Waffles Debaucle of Aught Four, read about seasoning on the internet, and did just what the nice website told me to do. Please, oh please, let this work. My shame in myself as a cook and my failings as the daughter of someone who once made great waffles will be soooo much worse if Kent knows he's supposed to get waffles for breakfast and then can't eat them because they're terrible and are stuck to the iron.
Sometimes I put a lot of pressure on myself.
Hey wait, this started out as a post about Kent's language development. <waving hands around in a magical way so you don't remember that fact>
I hadn't thought before today about the fact that "and" isn't in his vocabulary yet. Kind of interesting. He just smashes nouns together like he's a German speaker or something.
We say a blessing at dinner every night, and at other meals if we're all sitting together, and it's usually just a quick thanks for the people who love us, the food on the table, the other gifts God has given us, etc. Kent usually pipes up with "zoo," apparently wanting God to know that he's thankful for the zoo. We haven't been to a zoo in months, but we're going to the Audubon Zoo in NOLA tomorrow with some of our friends — despite the heat, I'm really looking forward to it. They have an endangered species carousel like the one at the NC Zoo, a petting zoo, a big Louisiana swamp habitat, and the other usual zoo necessaries like flamingos, elephants, giraffes, lions, and the like. My camera battery is charged, the snacks and diaper bag are packed, and all that's left is getting some sleep before we hit the road.
Oh, and I'm making waffles in the morning. Foolhardy for more than one reason. I got in a mood today and pulled the waffle iron out for the first time since the Sticking Waffles Debaucle of Aught Four, read about seasoning on the internet, and did just what the nice website told me to do. Please, oh please, let this work. My shame in myself as a cook and my failings as the daughter of someone who once made great waffles will be soooo much worse if Kent knows he's supposed to get waffles for breakfast and then can't eat them because they're terrible and are stuck to the iron.
Sometimes I put a lot of pressure on myself.
Hey wait, this started out as a post about Kent's language development. <waving hands around in a magical way so you don't remember that fact>
Labels: Kent, kitchen adventures, language, my dad
- posted by erica 5/27/2009 10:27:00 PM
- 3 comments
5.18.2009
Kent's ABCs
Kent shares his version of the ABCs at the breakfast table. The careful listener will note that he skips a few letters, and "S" is apparently two letters. It used to just be "eh", but then he realized he needed to add a "ss" sound, so now it's "eh ss". He's so darned proud of himself at the end, as you'll see.
- posted by erica 5/18/2009 09:27:00 PM
- 2 comments
5.05.2009
Runs in the family
My mom likes to tell the story about how, when I was very young and she took me to the grocery store, I saw a number 6 on a sign and kept looking at it right-side-up, then upside-down, then right-side-up, etc., and saying, "It's a 6! It's a 9! It's a 6! It's a 9!" Just now, when we were watching Sesame Street, and Prairie Dawn and Cookie Monster were introducing the letter of the day, Kent looked it and said, "M!" He then turned himself upside-down (which you know he loves doing), and exclaimed, "Doo!" (his way of saying "W"). Repeat.
Labels: Kent, language, what to watch
- posted by erica 5/05/2009 10:42:00 AM
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4.17.2009
Popular Kent phrases around our house lately
Recalling our trips to the airport to pick up and then drop off Grandma and Grandpa this past weekend: "I told you big plane take off!" (I don't know where the "I told you" thing came from, but it's hilarious, and it's his first use of "I," which is exciting.)
And a variant: "Grandma told you big plane take off!"
Playing peekaboo, covering himself up with a blanket: "K go?" and then, "I no see where!"
While attempting to sit on a very alarmed cat: "K sit down Celia!"
When he wants one of us to hold him: "Mama hold you!" or "Dada hold you!" (He usually uses "you" when he means himself, since that's what *we* say when we're talking to him. This particular phrase originated when he'd put up his arms and I'd say, "Do you want Mama to hold you?")
In preparation for our trip to the museum today: "Me you Friday!" (It took us weeks to figure out that "me you" meant "museum.")
and one of the funniest, which just started yesterday...
Looking at the pine cone bird feeders we made yesterday that are hanging from the patio umbrella: "Uh-blebla ice cream cone!" (He seems to be remembering that it's some kind of cone, he just can't remember which kind.)
And a variant: "Grandma told you big plane take off!"
Playing peekaboo, covering himself up with a blanket: "K go?" and then, "I no see where!"
While attempting to sit on a very alarmed cat: "K sit down Celia!"
When he wants one of us to hold him: "Mama hold you!" or "Dada hold you!" (He usually uses "you" when he means himself, since that's what *we* say when we're talking to him. This particular phrase originated when he'd put up his arms and I'd say, "Do you want Mama to hold you?")
In preparation for our trip to the museum today: "Me you Friday!" (It took us weeks to figure out that "me you" meant "museum.")
and one of the funniest, which just started yesterday...
Looking at the pine cone bird feeders we made yesterday that are hanging from the patio umbrella: "Uh-blebla ice cream cone!" (He seems to be remembering that it's some kind of cone, he just can't remember which kind.)
- posted by erica 4/17/2009 09:47:00 AM
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4.01.2009
Oh my py ny
Any clue what that means? Yeah, we didn't know either for about 3 weeks. Kent said it every once in a while, and since he really likes to rhyme (thanks, Sesame Street), we wondered if he was just spewing forth rhyming sounds. But it sounded so purposeful and deliberate that I did think it probably meant something specific to him... figuring what was the trick.
So yesterday, we were (as we often do) listening to Trout Fishing in America's truly wonderful live album, Family Music Party. One of the songs Kent likes best is called "My Hair Had a Party Last Night," about a kid who wakes up with a serious case of bed head and can't do a thing to make his hair behave. I think he mostly enjoys it because there's a break in the middle where one of the guys invites the kids to make their hair have a party, and then to make their neighbor's hair have a party, at which point we always have fun messing up each other's hair. At dinner yesterday evening, he started rubbing his hair and saying "hair pa-pa" (i.e., "hair party"). A few seconds later, he followed it up with, "Oh my py ny!" I looked at him for a moment, then felt a sudden jolt of electricity as I realized what he's been trying to say for weeks: "Oh, my hair had a party last night!" Apparently, he's been requesting a song this whole time.
Mommy, Code Breaker. Sometimes I rock.
So yesterday, we were (as we often do) listening to Trout Fishing in America's truly wonderful live album, Family Music Party. One of the songs Kent likes best is called "My Hair Had a Party Last Night," about a kid who wakes up with a serious case of bed head and can't do a thing to make his hair behave. I think he mostly enjoys it because there's a break in the middle where one of the guys invites the kids to make their hair have a party, and then to make their neighbor's hair have a party, at which point we always have fun messing up each other's hair. At dinner yesterday evening, he started rubbing his hair and saying "hair pa-pa" (i.e., "hair party"). A few seconds later, he followed it up with, "Oh my py ny!" I looked at him for a moment, then felt a sudden jolt of electricity as I realized what he's been trying to say for weeks: "Oh, my hair had a party last night!" Apparently, he's been requesting a song this whole time.
Mommy, Code Breaker. Sometimes I rock.
Labels: Kent, language, music, SAHM
- posted by erica 4/01/2009 08:15:00 PM
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3.23.2009
Excellent use of the "example sentence" feature, M-W
Merriam-Webster's word-of-the-day email from today:
sciolism
\SYE-uh-liz-um\
noun
Meaning
: a superficial show of learning
Example Sentence
Some critics of state-mandated testing say it is an exercise in sciolism that doesn't really demonstrate a student's grasp of the material studied.
sciolism
\SYE-uh-liz-um\
noun
Meaning
: a superficial show of learning
Example Sentence
Some critics of state-mandated testing say it is an exercise in sciolism that doesn't really demonstrate a student's grasp of the material studied.
Labels: language
- posted by erica 3/23/2009 10:52:00 AM
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3.20.2009
Language skillz
In that post a few months ago about Kent's language, I reported that he had about 130 words or so. Before I started writing them down, I thought he had maybe 30 or 40, but then I realized it was a lot more, obviously. After that, I stopped keeping track, because he added 2 or 3 words every day and there were just too many. About a month ago, he started putting two words together. I think his first multi-word utterance was "Bye-bye, Dada." He started describing things with adjectives and possessives, like "silly Kent," "Daddy's car," "big table," etc. Now, just a few weeks later, complete thoughts are spewing forth from his little toddler mouth. Sentences. Requests. Descriptions. It's mind-boggling. The day I noticed exactly how far he had come was about a week ago, when he was holding out his milk cup to me and saying, "Tay me mo," meaning, "Take my milk." I couldn't believe it.
It's fun to speculate what newborns are thinking, but you never really know. Even with toddlers who aren't speaking much, it's hard to know, because they might be saying "Mama" or "No!" or "milk" but you know there's more behind the thought than just that word. Now, though, I feel like I'm starting to get a real clue what he's thinking. It's a great lesson in how humans acquire language. I keep thinking about how much my psychologist friends Lauren and Steve are going to geek out whenever they have a child.
He also seems to form memories around words and phrases, or at least that's how he expresses them later. We went to the Baton Rouge Zoo about a month ago and he scraped his knee on the sidewalk, so for a while, he'd look at his scraped knee, say, "Say knee" (scraped knee), and then immediately say, "zoo," as in, "I scraped my knee at the zoo." While we were on our trip, we went to the NC Zoo (post forthcoming, don't worry), so he got to form new memories around a zoo. We walked by the lion habitat, and the lions were sleeping, so ever since, he's just been yelling out "Lie sleeeeeeee" (lions sleeping) at random moments. And if we mention the word "zoo" in any context, he always reminds us that the lions were sleeping when he was last at the zoo. His associations are pretty powerful.
He also gets SUPER excited about these phrases of his and will just ball up his little fists and yell them out. I laugh when he does this, which makes him laugh and get even more excited. At dinner a few nights ago, I felt like he and I were laughing together, making each other amused, for the first time ever. I've always giggled at things he did or said, but this was the first instance in which I felt like he was reciprocating laughter, responding to the fact that I was so amused. We were like two giggly friends who get punchy together. The feeling was indescribably sweet.
Recording his language on video has proven to be something of a challenge, since he's often more interested in the camera than in speaking whenever I pull it out, or it makes him more self-conscious, or something. But here's a little gem to let you hear his voice, at least. Explanation: he only recognizes a few people on TV, among them, President Obama and Bobby Flay. We were watching Iron Chef America the other day, and Kent got really excited about Bobby. I can't blame the kid. Bobby can seriously cook. Anyway, here's a video for you.
Oh, and did I mention that he can recognize all the letters now? W is his favorite (which he still calls "doo"), followed closely by Z and K. He can also recognize some numbers, and he spazzes out a little bit when he's saying the alphabet or counting out loud. Sesame Street is a blast now.
It's fun to speculate what newborns are thinking, but you never really know. Even with toddlers who aren't speaking much, it's hard to know, because they might be saying "Mama" or "No!" or "milk" but you know there's more behind the thought than just that word. Now, though, I feel like I'm starting to get a real clue what he's thinking. It's a great lesson in how humans acquire language. I keep thinking about how much my psychologist friends Lauren and Steve are going to geek out whenever they have a child.
He also seems to form memories around words and phrases, or at least that's how he expresses them later. We went to the Baton Rouge Zoo about a month ago and he scraped his knee on the sidewalk, so for a while, he'd look at his scraped knee, say, "Say knee" (scraped knee), and then immediately say, "zoo," as in, "I scraped my knee at the zoo." While we were on our trip, we went to the NC Zoo (post forthcoming, don't worry), so he got to form new memories around a zoo. We walked by the lion habitat, and the lions were sleeping, so ever since, he's just been yelling out "Lie sleeeeeeee" (lions sleeping) at random moments. And if we mention the word "zoo" in any context, he always reminds us that the lions were sleeping when he was last at the zoo. His associations are pretty powerful.
He also gets SUPER excited about these phrases of his and will just ball up his little fists and yell them out. I laugh when he does this, which makes him laugh and get even more excited. At dinner a few nights ago, I felt like he and I were laughing together, making each other amused, for the first time ever. I've always giggled at things he did or said, but this was the first instance in which I felt like he was reciprocating laughter, responding to the fact that I was so amused. We were like two giggly friends who get punchy together. The feeling was indescribably sweet.
Recording his language on video has proven to be something of a challenge, since he's often more interested in the camera than in speaking whenever I pull it out, or it makes him more self-conscious, or something. But here's a little gem to let you hear his voice, at least. Explanation: he only recognizes a few people on TV, among them, President Obama and Bobby Flay. We were watching Iron Chef America the other day, and Kent got really excited about Bobby. I can't blame the kid. Bobby can seriously cook. Anyway, here's a video for you.
Oh, and did I mention that he can recognize all the letters now? W is his favorite (which he still calls "doo"), followed closely by Z and K. He can also recognize some numbers, and he spazzes out a little bit when he's saying the alphabet or counting out loud. Sesame Street is a blast now.
Labels: Kent, language, what to watch
- posted by erica 3/20/2009 09:41:00 AM
- 1 comments
1.31.2009
R. Kent, Code Breaker
Kent has been interested in the alphabet lately, both singing the song and learning the shapes of letters, so we've been practicing it a lot lately. If we start a string of letters, he's great at remembering the pattern and picking up the alphabet in the middle, which turns out to be pretty funny if we use a letter or two in everyday conversation and then he starts spouting off a bunch of letters.
A few days ago, when he was done on the potty and he and I were about to put his peepee into the big toilet, I said, "Kent, you went peepee in your potty!"
His response: "Q Q!"
A few days ago, when he was done on the potty and he and I were about to put his peepee into the big toilet, I said, "Kent, you went peepee in your potty!"
His response: "Q Q!"
- posted by erica 1/31/2009 09:29:00 AM
- 3 comments
1.10.2009
700
Wow, post number 700. Since I'm kind of into lists these days, I started making a list of the words Kent says at 18 months, just so we'll remember what a loquacious little boy he is. There are probably a few I've forgotten, since I've had to run back over to the computer a few times today to add more that pop back into my head. But here's a list to give you a glimpse into his mind, plus my commentary where it's appropriate or particularly amusing.
If you're not the kind of person who's interested in reading the entire list, be sure at least to check out the section on animal noises and other sound effects. I'll just tell you that his words are shortened versions of the real words, sometimes shortened in a very cute and/or obscure manner. We're quite adept at interpreting since we spend so much time around him, but other people are often incredulous that we can understand him. There are probably 130ish on this list, plus others that I've no doubt forgotten.
Also interesting is that some of his first signed words, which he was signing before he could speak, still have the sign attached to them now that he's saying them out loud as well.
***
Kent's words at 18 months
Characters:
Elmo = Melmo
Big Bird = Bah-Boh
Ernie = Yin-Yee
Cookie Monster = Kay-Kay
Abby = Aaah
Grover = Doh
Baby Bear = Baby
Mr. Noodle = Noo-Noo
Nemo = Mee-Mee
Loved ones:
Kent = Kay or Tay
Mommy = Mama (also used for other women)
Daddy = Dada (also used for other men)
Patti = Paa
Celia = Cee
GranDebbie = Day-Day
Bapa = Papa or Bapa
Grandma = Ma
Grandpa = Papa
Mimi = Mimi
Popop = Papa
Granny = Day
Mary = May
Gaines = Day (Mary and Gaines are a couple from church who babysit him a lot)
Roomba = Boo-Bah (yes, the Roomba is one of Kent's loved ones)
Food words:
eat = ee
hot dog = dah
cookie = kay-kay
cracker = cah
bib = bo
tray = tay
more = moh (+ sign)
all done = (sign)
milk = mo (sometimes + sign)
banana = nana
yogurt = yo
strawberry = sah
water = wah
juice = doo
cheese = tsee
blueberry = blue-blue or blue-boo (or some variant)
cereal = cee
oatmeal = mee
egg = ay
meat/meatball = mee
noodle = noo-noo (for spaghetti, mac and cheese, etc.)
pea = pea
pancake = pay-pay
raisin = ray-ray
coffee = cah (no, we're not giving *him* coffee yet)
hot = hah
warm = wah
cool = coo
cold = co
plate = pay
fork = fah
spoon = soo
microwave = mah (always said with gusto)
beep = bee
Other words:
ball = bah
bath = baa (+ sign)
squirt = so (when his bath frog squirts him)
baby = baby (also used for kids in general)
cat = caa
dog = dah
fish = fih
bird = bah
owl = ah
tree = tee
flower = fah
block = blah
boom = boo (when he knocks over a tower of blocks)
potty = papa (you can see this word gets used a lot, in different contexts)
pee pee = pee pee
poo poo = poo poo
toilet = tay (as in, "I just peed in my potty! Dump it into the toilet, quick!!")
flush = flah
blue = blue
other colors = blue (used as first response when we ask him what color something is)
green = ghee
orange = ah
red = weh
purple = puh-puh
play = play or pay (+ sign)
snow = hnow (this one cracks me up every single time he says it)
yay = yay! (+ enthusiastic arm waves)
go = go (used when handing us the book Go Dog, Go! or leading us around when he wants us to go with him)
city = sih (used when handing us the book We Sing the City)
jeans = dee
sock = sah
shoe = soo
glasses = guh-lah
help = ho (+ sign)
yes = uh-huh
no = no or nono
low = lo
high = hah
down = dow
up = ah
closed = cloh
open = oh
Christmas = tay-tay
library = lie-lie
blanket = blay or bay
night-night = nah-nah
Good Morning = may! (he likes to "play night-night" during the day and lie down, then pop up, then lie back down, then pop back up, saying the appropriate greeting each time)
goodbye = bah-bah
hello = lo or lolo
thank you = choo-choo
nursing = ya-ya (etymology: "Kent, would you like to nurse?" "Ya-ya!")
now = now
school bus = shloo-shlah (you wouldn't believe how long it took us to figure this one out)
car = cah
truck = tah
lap = lah (as in, "I would like to sit in your lap to read this book!")
Animal noises and other sound effects:
moo (cow, horse, any large quadruped)
bah, bah (chicken)
meeeoooowoowwwwowwww (cat)
ah, ah (dog)
howwwooooooooo (anything that howls)
gowwwwowwwww (anything that growls)
rih, rih (frog)
nya, nya, nya (Cookie Monster)
nnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn... bee! (microwave)
Numbers:
one = wah
two = two
three = fee
four = foh
five = fie
six = sih
seven = sih
eight = ay
nine = nie
ten = teh (followed by "yay!")
eleven = leh
anything in the teens = kjalsdfj-tee
nineteen = nie
twenty = teh (yay!)
anything in the twenties = teh-ljdsklfja, etc. (he'll "count" with us as high as we want to go, mumbling along as he imitates us and saying "yay!" after every tenth number)
Letters he recognizes by sight and points out (once he learns N, he'll be able to spell his name!):
W (doo)
P (pee)
O (oh)
K (kay or tay)
E (eee)
T (tee)
Solfege (yes, solfege):
Do, mi, fa, so, la, ti, and back to do (he skips "re," but we'll work on that)
If you're not the kind of person who's interested in reading the entire list, be sure at least to check out the section on animal noises and other sound effects. I'll just tell you that his words are shortened versions of the real words, sometimes shortened in a very cute and/or obscure manner. We're quite adept at interpreting since we spend so much time around him, but other people are often incredulous that we can understand him. There are probably 130ish on this list, plus others that I've no doubt forgotten.
Also interesting is that some of his first signed words, which he was signing before he could speak, still have the sign attached to them now that he's saying them out loud as well.
***
Kent's words at 18 months
Characters:
Elmo = Melmo
Big Bird = Bah-Boh
Ernie = Yin-Yee
Cookie Monster = Kay-Kay
Abby = Aaah
Grover = Doh
Baby Bear = Baby
Mr. Noodle = Noo-Noo
Nemo = Mee-Mee
Loved ones:
Kent = Kay or Tay
Mommy = Mama (also used for other women)
Daddy = Dada (also used for other men)
Patti = Paa
Celia = Cee
GranDebbie = Day-Day
Bapa = Papa or Bapa
Grandma = Ma
Grandpa = Papa
Mimi = Mimi
Popop = Papa
Granny = Day
Mary = May
Gaines = Day (Mary and Gaines are a couple from church who babysit him a lot)
Roomba = Boo-Bah (yes, the Roomba is one of Kent's loved ones)
Food words:
eat = ee
hot dog = dah
cookie = kay-kay
cracker = cah
bib = bo
tray = tay
more = moh (+ sign)
all done = (sign)
milk = mo (sometimes + sign)
banana = nana
yogurt = yo
strawberry = sah
water = wah
juice = doo
cheese = tsee
blueberry = blue-blue or blue-boo (or some variant)
cereal = cee
oatmeal = mee
egg = ay
meat/meatball = mee
noodle = noo-noo (for spaghetti, mac and cheese, etc.)
pea = pea
pancake = pay-pay
raisin = ray-ray
coffee = cah (no, we're not giving *him* coffee yet)
hot = hah
warm = wah
cool = coo
cold = co
plate = pay
fork = fah
spoon = soo
microwave = mah (always said with gusto)
beep = bee
Other words:
ball = bah
bath = baa (+ sign)
squirt = so (when his bath frog squirts him)
baby = baby (also used for kids in general)
cat = caa
dog = dah
fish = fih
bird = bah
owl = ah
tree = tee
flower = fah
block = blah
boom = boo (when he knocks over a tower of blocks)
potty = papa (you can see this word gets used a lot, in different contexts)
pee pee = pee pee
poo poo = poo poo
toilet = tay (as in, "I just peed in my potty! Dump it into the toilet, quick!!")
flush = flah
blue = blue
other colors = blue (used as first response when we ask him what color something is)
green = ghee
orange = ah
red = weh
purple = puh-puh
play = play or pay (+ sign)
snow = hnow (this one cracks me up every single time he says it)
yay = yay! (+ enthusiastic arm waves)
go = go (used when handing us the book Go Dog, Go! or leading us around when he wants us to go with him)
city = sih (used when handing us the book We Sing the City)
jeans = dee
sock = sah
shoe = soo
glasses = guh-lah
help = ho (+ sign)
yes = uh-huh
no = no or nono
low = lo
high = hah
down = dow
up = ah
closed = cloh
open = oh
Christmas = tay-tay
library = lie-lie
blanket = blay or bay
night-night = nah-nah
Good Morning = may! (he likes to "play night-night" during the day and lie down, then pop up, then lie back down, then pop back up, saying the appropriate greeting each time)
goodbye = bah-bah
hello = lo or lolo
thank you = choo-choo
nursing = ya-ya (etymology: "Kent, would you like to nurse?" "Ya-ya!")
now = now
school bus = shloo-shlah (you wouldn't believe how long it took us to figure this one out)
car = cah
truck = tah
lap = lah (as in, "I would like to sit in your lap to read this book!")
Animal noises and other sound effects:
moo (cow, horse, any large quadruped)
bah, bah (chicken)
meeeoooowoowwwwowwww (cat)
ah, ah (dog)
howwwooooooooo (anything that howls)
gowwwwowwwww (anything that growls)
rih, rih (frog)
nya, nya, nya (Cookie Monster)
nnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn... bee! (microwave)
Numbers:
one = wah
two = two
three = fee
four = foh
five = fie
six = sih
seven = sih
eight = ay
nine = nie
ten = teh (followed by "yay!")
eleven = leh
anything in the teens = kjalsdfj-tee
nineteen = nie
twenty = teh (yay!)
anything in the twenties = teh-ljdsklfja, etc. (he'll "count" with us as high as we want to go, mumbling along as he imitates us and saying "yay!" after every tenth number)
Letters he recognizes by sight and points out (once he learns N, he'll be able to spell his name!):
W (doo)
P (pee)
O (oh)
K (kay or tay)
E (eee)
T (tee)
Solfege (yes, solfege):
Do, mi, fa, so, la, ti, and back to do (he skips "re," but we'll work on that)
- posted by erica 1/10/2009 08:14:00 PM
- 3 comments
10.29.2008
Does anyone else get the M-W word of the day?
Merriam-Webster’s
Word of the Day
October 29
superficies
\soo-per-FISH-eez\
noun
Meaning
1 : a surface of a body or a region of space
2 : the external aspects or appearance of a thing
Example Sentence
Although there have been changes in the superficies of our lives, many of the human dilemmas faced by our ancestors are still quite recognizable.
***
So it looks like a very serious and respectable word, but if you say it out loud, it sounds like you're saying "super fishies". I love it. I can't stop giggling. It sounds like something Kent will say in a few months.
Word of the Day
October 29
superficies
\soo-per-FISH-eez\
noun
Meaning
1 : a surface of a body or a region of space
2 : the external aspects or appearance of a thing
Example Sentence
Although there have been changes in the superficies of our lives, many of the human dilemmas faced by our ancestors are still quite recognizable.
***
So it looks like a very serious and respectable word, but if you say it out loud, it sounds like you're saying "super fishies". I love it. I can't stop giggling. It sounds like something Kent will say in a few months.
Labels: language
- posted by erica 10/29/2008 10:31:00 PM
- 0 comments
8.25.2008
Signing at (almost) 14 months
Kent has several signs in his vocab, though most of them are rough approximations of ASL rather than the precise sign. Totally normal for toddlers, and we get his meaning most of the time. Here are the signs he likes to use so far:
There's also a lot of walking around here these days. He had been taking only a few steps at a time for several weeks, but all that changed on Wednesday. It was his first day back to school after a two-week hiatus, and when he got home that afternoon, he suddenly walked all the way across the kitchen to me. It was as if he saw all the kids at school walking around and thought, "Hey, I'd better get a move on!" He's very impressive now and dazzled many people at the church activities fair yesterday.
Next up: running. Once Jack learned to run, he ran everywhere, and I'm expecting no less from Kent. I can't wait.
- milk
- more
- all done
- shrimp
- signing (which we use during Signing Time episodes and also at the end of the ABC song, when I sing "Next time, won't you sign with Mommy?")
- potty (though he's not using it; he just knows what it is)
- eggs (this was a new one today that he learned as he was eating his mini frittatas)
There's also a lot of walking around here these days. He had been taking only a few steps at a time for several weeks, but all that changed on Wednesday. It was his first day back to school after a two-week hiatus, and when he got home that afternoon, he suddenly walked all the way across the kitchen to me. It was as if he saw all the kids at school walking around and thought, "Hey, I'd better get a move on!" He's very impressive now and dazzled many people at the church activities fair yesterday.
Next up: running. Once Jack learned to run, he ran everywhere, and I'm expecting no less from Kent. I can't wait.
- posted by erica 8/25/2008 12:05:00 PM
- 0 comments
8.19.2008
Umbrella, we think
Among Kent's new consonants these past few weeks have been L, B, P, and M (for MAMA! Woot!). Most of his utterances are one syllable, like "ba", which means, among other things, Roomba, so that he can communicate his excitement about his favorite robotic vacuum. When he sees the Roomba or we turn it on, he starts pointing and saying "ba! ba!" So funny. He also started saying "pah" for Popop, what I call my grandfather in WV whom we just visited, and many other monosyllabic words have made an appearance at random times.
Unique among his words, though, is this funny string of stuff that he spouts out on occasion, often sounding something like "luhbuhlalamuh". It cracks us up, especially when he's just sitting by himself and babbling like that. It didn't seem to mean anything. But tonight, as we were preparing to go out in the rain, we found out what his babbling means: umbrella. See for yourself. (Also, note toward the end when he points and says "EEEEEEEEEEEEE!" There's been a lot of that around here lately. A lot.)
I think tonight was the first time in a long time that either of us said "umbrella," so it's a good thing it's been raining a lot. Otherwise, we might never have found out what Kent was trying to say. Heh. Also, while we were watching the videos that we took to try to select one to upload, Kent was watching himself on the screen and starting saying it again in response to himself.
I just can't stop giggling.
Unique among his words, though, is this funny string of stuff that he spouts out on occasion, often sounding something like "luhbuhlalamuh". It cracks us up, especially when he's just sitting by himself and babbling like that. It didn't seem to mean anything. But tonight, as we were preparing to go out in the rain, we found out what his babbling means: umbrella. See for yourself. (Also, note toward the end when he points and says "EEEEEEEEEEEEE!" There's been a lot of that around here lately. A lot.)
I think tonight was the first time in a long time that either of us said "umbrella," so it's a good thing it's been raining a lot. Otherwise, we might never have found out what Kent was trying to say. Heh. Also, while we were watching the videos that we took to try to select one to upload, Kent was watching himself on the screen and starting saying it again in response to himself.
I just can't stop giggling.
- posted by erica 8/19/2008 07:54:00 PM
- 3 comments
8.13.2008
Learning on vacation
Kent is now signing "potty". Amazing. We went in an airport bathroom stall yesterday, and he took one look at the toilet and wiggled his fist, clear as day. He's not making a "t" yet, but it's close enough for me to know that he knows exactly what he's doing. He's signed it several times since, either when he sees a toilet or sometimes just when we're going into the bathroom. I guess all the early potty talk from me and Jack is making an impact.
Also, when we were on the plane yesterday and I was trying hard to come up with new things to keep him entertained on my lap, he started reaching out to touch my nose. I let him one-finger touch my nose, said, "Mommy's nose!", then pointed his finger at his own nose and said, "Kent's nose!" This is only a slight modification of the game I played with him when he was a newborn, called Mommy Nose, Baby Nose. Anyway, we did that off and on throughout the day because he got such a kick out of it, and then today, when I was asking him offhand "Where's Mommy?", he looked at me, then pointed at his nose. Uh, okay. I guess I'm synonymous with his nose for the time being.
WV is great. This is another place where we can have the windows open all the time. Kent has been getting some major lovin' from my mom and grandparents, and he's also eating all of Mimi's cooking with great gusto. He had some brown rice and broccoli last night, some homemade tomato soup at lunch, and some pot roast, mashed potatoes, and carrots (mashed and mixed together) for dinner. What yummy cooking. We've been in kind of a funk lately with his eating, as he's getting very picky about texture and is usually not in the best mood to sit down and eat a meal, so this has been such a nice change, even if it's only temporary. I'm thinking, though, that it's about time to get a crock pot so that I can recreate the pot roast.
Pictures will come after I get home, but there are already some nice ones of him with my family. My grandmother had never read Goodnight Moon, so she read that with him, and he was delighted to help her turn the pages. Also, he's been delighted to close the dishwasher door for her, even when she's not quite ready for it to be closed. That's his favorite kitchen job. Even in an unfamiliar kitchen, he already knows how to close and open all the cabinets, drawers, and dishwasher. A chef in the making, I say. Maybe he'll start as a dishwasher and work his way up.
Also, when we were on the plane yesterday and I was trying hard to come up with new things to keep him entertained on my lap, he started reaching out to touch my nose. I let him one-finger touch my nose, said, "Mommy's nose!", then pointed his finger at his own nose and said, "Kent's nose!" This is only a slight modification of the game I played with him when he was a newborn, called Mommy Nose, Baby Nose. Anyway, we did that off and on throughout the day because he got such a kick out of it, and then today, when I was asking him offhand "Where's Mommy?", he looked at me, then pointed at his nose. Uh, okay. I guess I'm synonymous with his nose for the time being.
WV is great. This is another place where we can have the windows open all the time. Kent has been getting some major lovin' from my mom and grandparents, and he's also eating all of Mimi's cooking with great gusto. He had some brown rice and broccoli last night, some homemade tomato soup at lunch, and some pot roast, mashed potatoes, and carrots (mashed and mixed together) for dinner. What yummy cooking. We've been in kind of a funk lately with his eating, as he's getting very picky about texture and is usually not in the best mood to sit down and eat a meal, so this has been such a nice change, even if it's only temporary. I'm thinking, though, that it's about time to get a crock pot so that I can recreate the pot roast.
Pictures will come after I get home, but there are already some nice ones of him with my family. My grandmother had never read Goodnight Moon, so she read that with him, and he was delighted to help her turn the pages. Also, he's been delighted to close the dishwasher door for her, even when she's not quite ready for it to be closed. That's his favorite kitchen job. Even in an unfamiliar kitchen, he already knows how to close and open all the cabinets, drawers, and dishwasher. A chef in the making, I say. Maybe he'll start as a dishwasher and work his way up.
Labels: family, Kent, language, travel
- posted by erica 8/13/2008 08:42:00 PM
- 2 comments
7.29.2008
I swear we didn't teach him this
I was signing through the alphabet during lunch today, which I often do when I have his undivided attention, and I stopped on K and randomly said, for the first time ever, "K is for Kent." Without any prompting or anything, he suddenly gestured to himself and looked very pleased. I exploded into smiles and congratulations, of course. After he did it two or three more times, I ran to grab the camera, since I've learned to capture these things right as they're happening. I have no idea where he picked this up, but apparently we've reached a new level of self-awareness. Cool.
- posted by erica 7/29/2008 04:41:00 PM
- 2 comments
7.23.2008
3 signs in 3 days
Sunday: more. Still just clapping, but he's getting more confident every day about when to use it to tell us what he wants.
Monday: shrimp. He was eating some shrimp and vegetables, and when I asked if he wanted more shrimp, I happened to remember the sign, so I signed it. Make a fist, stick your index finger up, then wiggle your finger up and down. It's fun, right? Kent thought so too. His version is sticking his finger in the air and bouncing his whole hand up and down (no fine motor coordination on the finger bending yet), so it's really cute how it communicates all his excitement. He's been doing it a lot at non-shrimp-related times, so it's sort of like when he learns a new syllable and just keeps saying it over and over.
Tuesday: milk. Squeezing the fist like milking a cow. He does this one pretty well, though he's only done it a few times so far, and then with a LOT of prompting.
So basically his manual communication has exploded this week. It's gotten me even more excited about signing with him, so I'm looking things up online and we're watching more Signing Time from PBS to learn more and watch other kids sign, too.
Next up: Mom. I've been doing this one every chance I can get, but with no results from him so far. I think he thinks I'm waving at him. Still, I have hopes that he'll do the sign before he says "mama", and that would be just dandy.
Monday: shrimp. He was eating some shrimp and vegetables, and when I asked if he wanted more shrimp, I happened to remember the sign, so I signed it. Make a fist, stick your index finger up, then wiggle your finger up and down. It's fun, right? Kent thought so too. His version is sticking his finger in the air and bouncing his whole hand up and down (no fine motor coordination on the finger bending yet), so it's really cute how it communicates all his excitement. He's been doing it a lot at non-shrimp-related times, so it's sort of like when he learns a new syllable and just keeps saying it over and over.
Tuesday: milk. Squeezing the fist like milking a cow. He does this one pretty well, though he's only done it a few times so far, and then with a LOT of prompting.
So basically his manual communication has exploded this week. It's gotten me even more excited about signing with him, so I'm looking things up online and we're watching more Signing Time from PBS to learn more and watch other kids sign, too.
Next up: Mom. I've been doing this one every chance I can get, but with no results from him so far. I think he thinks I'm waving at him. Still, I have hopes that he'll do the sign before he says "mama", and that would be just dandy.
- posted by erica 7/23/2008 08:19:00 PM
- 3 comments
5.24.2008
Just curious
Has anyone else been getting a lot of German spam lately? Or is it just me?
Labels: language
- posted by erica 5/24/2008 03:31:00 PM
- 0 comments
8.28.2007
Dreaming/speaking
I dreamt in French last night for the first time in years. I don't remember what it was about; I only remembered that I spoke French in it when I turned on the XM radio to Air Musique (a French pop station) this morning. I think the last French dream I had was shortly after I returned from Nice in college.
I've had fun speaking French to Kent when I think about it. Sometimes when we're driving around, I'll explain things to him in French, though it takes me so long to recall the vocabulary that we're usually long past whatever it is by the time I get around to telling him about it. Hearing the language is more important for him than associating it with anything in particular at this point, I think. But maybe when he's around his GranDebbie, she'll spoil him by speaking better French than his lame mom. =)
I love rolling French words around in my mouth. Papillon. Clignancourt. Cerise. Mmm.
It's as good as coffee.
I've had fun speaking French to Kent when I think about it. Sometimes when we're driving around, I'll explain things to him in French, though it takes me so long to recall the vocabulary that we're usually long past whatever it is by the time I get around to telling him about it. Hearing the language is more important for him than associating it with anything in particular at this point, I think. But maybe when he's around his GranDebbie, she'll spoil him by speaking better French than his lame mom. =)
I love rolling French words around in my mouth. Papillon. Clignancourt. Cerise. Mmm.
It's as good as coffee.
Labels: dreaming, Kent, language
- posted by erica 8/28/2007 01:20:00 PM
- 2 comments
