I thought I'd share a few vignettes about our family lately. I'll start with Ben. He understands just enough about certain concepts to make some wonderfully creative conclusions. Sometimes I tell them how to say things in Spanish or Russian.I'm sure they'll make fun of me for it when they grow up, but it's fun for me. Now Ben likes to explain things to me about how things are done in other languages. At the breakfast table he said, "Mom, this is how they dwink in Chinese." He carefully sipped his milk through a straw. Later, while going to the bathroom (he's a social bathroom kid) he says "Mom, this is how they pee in Spanish!" I'll spare you further detail but it was a bit different than how they pee here in America.
Ben really likes to explain the world to me beyond what happens in different languages. Today we took a little scooter ride and got to pet a neighbor's dog. After that, he said "Mom, in the spwing, chihuahuas get weally mad. And when they're weally weally mad, then they go in a egg." "Really Ben?" "Yah, and when you cwack the egg, there's a chihuahua inside." "So what makes them so mad, Ben?" "They're mad at gwass (grass)!" I have no explanation. He seemd to think it should be obvious.
Mark, our furniture scaling, head-banging, barking/hissing kid has now developed the talent of walking backwards. He thinks he's quite clever. He'll grin and point and hiss (that's his favorite sound to make) as he shuffles backward until he runs into something or gets his fill and heads forward again. But back to the hiss- at the doctors office this week he hissed at a woman. It's not like a snake hiss, it sounds more like an angry cat. I knew that he meant it as a greeting but she asked "does he have a cold?" "Yes he does," I didn't bother explaining. At church His babysitters across the aisle say hi to him when we get there by echoing his sound. They have really got it down. We sit down and he spots Chris on the stand and his hiss amps up to a downright cat-fight! Their mom (they are sisters) said they hiss at each other at home even. None of my kids have been early talkers. I'm expecting more animal sounds than human sounds from this one. Maybe I should have named him Frank after my father like we had planned! But the chicken we named Frank ended up being a rooster so just more proof that Franks will do as they please no matter what.
Blogger won't let me update pics right now. Maybe later. Happy New Year!!!
