Monday June 27, 2011
We are driving down the interstate and cruise past a truck / camper.
Adam: “They must have seen the ads in Field and Stream!” (He pores over those magazines for hours and even purchased the subscription with his own allowance money. And yes, they always have ads for RVing.)
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Adam: “I want to drive a motorcycle.”
Liam: “I want to drive a car without a top.”
Me: “I want to go with you, Liam.”
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I smile inside every time I hear words pronounced incorrectly by someone little. I know the day is coming, but it is hard to make myself correct them. Cute things shouldn’t all come to an end until they really are no longer cute.
Adam hardly ever says any words wrong anymore. Until today he came up the steps as granola scents wafted from the oven.
Adam: “MMMMMMMMM, it smells like cimmanon rolls up here.”
I love that he has not yet realized that his mom pretty much never makes cinnamon rolls.
Liam’s two most frequently used incorrect words are “I bi dums” (vitamins) and “buss up” (barefoot). The I bi dums I can understand the correlation. The buss up, not so much. But every single morning about 10:30 he says the same thing as he goes potty. “I ave (have) ‘ellow pee pee f’om my I bi dums.”
He’s in that stage where you use the same word over and over and over.
Like very.
As in, “Mommy, I bery (very) don’t ‘ike bocc’i (broccoli).”
or
“It just berry slipped off.”
His most not funny at all phrase is used almost as frequently.
“Mommy, I et (wet) myself. It’s dust a ill bit. It’s dust a ill drizzle.”
Three drops or not, that is not funny. If you need to use the bathroom then go before it’s that desperate.
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Pretend play is a huge thing for Liam. It’s his coping skill for when he can’t do or eat what someone else can. The Saturday David and I primed deck boards, Adam was allowed to paint a different board with primer. Liam wasn’t because I didn’t want to clean him up with gas later. He was ticked until I gave him a cup with water and a paintbrush and told him he could “paint” with that. Suddenly all was right with the world. As soon as his cup was empty he headed toward me.
“Mommy, can you fill dis tup up for me? Dis is berry, berry bois’nous (poisonous). ‘ou better not touch it. I need to wash my hands with gas.”
I filled his cup, handed it back and promised not to touch it. The irony of it all completely escapes him.
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Either it’s the summer time effect or a growth spurt but all day I hear,
“Mommy, I’m DARVING hundy.” (starving hungry)
Adam on the other hand cannot satiate his appetite for books. The other day when they were DARVING hundy and the pantry was nearly empty I grabbed some chips for them. Adam ate a few and then said, “Mommy, do I have to eat my chips? All I want to do is READ!”
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We watched this video the other day which I found funny. Adam was a bit appalled by their brassiness on one hand and cracking up on the other. I looked at him and said, “Do you think you would do something like that?”
Adam: (quite vehemently) “NO!” And then he added, “I bet they were teenagers.”
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My favorite of all though, is hearing grown up vocabulary.
Adam: “Some tea just trickled down my shirt.”
Liam: “I fink dat rain dust missed us.”
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Any funnies at your house?
Love it! I wanna ride with Liam too. 🙂 Oh yeah, I know all about not wanting to correct speech. For awhile we’d have “meatballs and skebetti” for supper, but it corrected itself about the time it was about to stop being cute. 🙂 Loved this post, so fun to read. And yay for you for writing this stuff down! I laugh every day at funny kid stuff and think it’s so funny I’ll never forget it, but I do.
I hear that “I’m hungry” all THE TIME!! must be that age!
I love to read too, but still think I’d think chips over a book…LOL. (actually I’d multi-task and read AND eat chips =).
Liam’s talk is so cute! Sometimes I miss that I haven’t had more of that with mine. The 2 oldest have been so articulate and early. Baby is saying mamammamama and dadadada. so precious!!
This isn’t really so funny but it tickled me a little to hear my two year old (almost 3) while she was helping me wash windows on Saturday. She had a little spider cornered under her rag and told me “I think he’ll suffocate pretty soon”. She so often chooses those kinds of words instead of saying “I think he’ll die”.
These little people sure do keep life interesting! I like how you do this kind of post. It’s a great way to have it documented. I laugh at the things they say, and so often completely forget what it was so soon. sigh… unless I write it down.
🙂 i just love it!!
Kids are so cute. Enjoyed all your little conversations. =)
We have little girls who say “babing suits” instead of bathing suits.
Happy Monday to you. =)
Love hearing those. Yesterday, Avery was snuggling up to me and I was relishing the sweet moment, when suddenly she backed up and said, “MOM! Shew! You need to smell your wind! It stinks!” She makes me laugh every day.
It is so sad when they grow out of their baby words! Eliza says “poon”instead of spoon… which is so much more fun to say:)
I like it so much when you do these posts, Michele. I like the deck painting story. And Adam must pore over Field & Stream like Alec pores over farm magazines.
Andre is almost four and doesn’t say his “r” yet. I told Dan the other day that I’ll be so sad when he does. And he doesn’t say ‘aw’ for ‘r’…more like ‘ow’. He was sitting by his dad the other day and said, “Dad, you smell like a fow-ma. ” Or when we saw a big machine with tracks on it when traveling he said, “Look at that wee-ud yellow cow.” (weird yellow car)
Liesl (2) requested Jingle Bells when the songleader was asking for selections when we were visitors in Idaho last weekend. Thankfully he didn’t hear her. I might copy you and do a post like this someday.
aw michelle, i have missed your posts. i must have missed some along the way…love these moments when you record conversations and happenings in your house. when we were little i used to be obsessed with the garbage and emptying it for some reason and so i called it a ‘bidge’ probably cause my mom was telling me to stay away from it. my brother used to call a knife a ‘shush’ and so sometimes we still revert to calling it that since we all know what it means….but one day at a restaurant he was very ademant that he needed a shush and told the waiter so. we had to translate and then all was well in the world.
i love little people and the things they come up with. so interesting to hear their take on the world. so glad that you could find a special alternative of paint for the little guy.
kids and their interpretation is always so adorable. your boys are quite the conversationalists…wonder where they get that? hmmmm..
happy tuesday Michelle!
i ALWAYS love “hearing” your boys and their words. so very. cute.
jacob had speech therapy for about two years because of a “motor” issue. so once he got it all going, he was very articulate and we missed out on alot of cute pronunciations. i have given the older children The Look about correcting him on the few things that come out mispronounced. all too soon…ya know?!
and you asked about funnies at my house? oh yeah! i’ll try to be brief. you know me. *rolls eyes* always short and to the point. *sigh*
okay. just recently jacob said, “mom. come here. only a few more days to hold me. hurry! i’m gonna grow!”
and his perspective on honeymoons? “you have to find someone to like ya first. and that’s the hard part.”
aaaand… 🙂 he’s said, “i wonder what it is like to be furniture. you just stand around. not moving and stuff.”
Well, we’re all adults at this house, so it’d be too embarrassing to talk about the things that come out wrong here. But. . . a blast from the past that my family still refers to – when my brother was little, he had a “zebra’ shirt that was his favorite. He always wanted to wear his “breeza” shirt.
Fun hearing your story’s. And I love the small world view idea, that the only way they would know about an RV is through Field & Stream.
funny i just posted this on elizabethmaries site and then you ask about it 🙂
payton will be 13 and she still says, oni-gyun (onion) and I hope she always will. that’s the only one that for some reason sticks she has lots of them when she was little….and i could never bring myself to correct it and still can’t…. i hope i go to dinner at her house when she is grown and i hear her say, “hand me that oni-guyn mom” (she says it fast and runs it together like un-gyun) i love it, it’s the last “payton word” 😉
Oh, I LOVE these little funnies. 🙂 I think God knew we needed humor in our busy days of parenting! Days that can feel stressful until suddenly some little person says something so funny and all we can do is laugh and the stress melts away!
Ben and I laugh at the little things that come out funny from the girls all the time. And I just don’t even want to correct them, because they are too adorable! Zoe has been articulate fairly early, except with a little lisp until she was about 2. But she still says things like “pah-na-toe” for tomato, and for the life of her cannot say it correctly! But I love her little mix-up and hope she’ll keep it for a long time! Olivia’s little funnies are saying things that are too grown up for a little type to say. Like, “Oh. My. Word.” with all the dramatic haltings and voice inflections. And “dank you very much!” in a very grown-up sounding voice.
Thanks for sharing the cute conversations at your house. 🙂 Preston (6) says topato for potato. And instead of saying I’m just teasing you, they say “I’m just fussing you”. And I know there are many more words that the children say “wrong” but they’re not coming to mind right now.
A couple years ago Preston hurt his finger & he came & told me that his finger had the hiccups. I guess it was throbbing. 🙂
When Preston was 3, Larissa (2) & him were playing in the kitchen while I was cooking & Larissa passed gas and Preston said “excuse me, Larissa’s bottom beeped”. I laughed so hard I cried cause he was so serious when he said it. Guess it is a polite way of saying it.