The English language, according to my 3.5 year old

Dec 12, 2014 by

It’s hard to believe it’s been nearly two years since I last documented the cute mispronunciations my daughter would make as her vocabulary expanded. Though now she can talk a blue streak and at times sounds rather mature when she speaks, she still has words and phrases that I want to share so that I never forget the cuteness that’s injected into our conversations.

Mispronunciations:

Percufly - perfectly
Nilk - milk
Meer-yur - mirror
Neminems - M&Ms
Renember - remember
Bunch fries - French fries

Has no idea she’s actually saying the wrong word:

Macaroni - pepperoni
Mittens - oven mitts
Ladies and jungle men - ladies and gentlemen
Lady corns - acorns

Phrases and concepts:

Can I have something of this? - when she wants just a bit of something to eat
But I just already did - to indicate she already did something, but always phrased the same way with extra words
Yesterday - any time prior to right now, whether she actually means yesterday or two years ago

Seeing ourselves in our kids

Dec 5, 2014 by

It bothered me for some time that I didn’t see much of me in my daughter. I don’t think at first that I realized that this pushed a button with me, or maybe I felt a bit guilty for even thinking it and didn’t want to admit it. I mean, I spent 9 months growing her inside my body, and I’ve been home with her full time since birth. How could she be SO unlike me? All I was seeing was her gorgeous blonde hair and light blue eyes, which light up a room as much as her outgoing personality, in contrast with my introverted nature and dark hair and eyes. Is that my pale skin, at least? Maybe. These things aren’t the most important in a character-defining sort of way, but…is it so wrong to want a mini-me? I would have hoped to see my influence in there, somehow, somewhere.

The Great Christmas Tree Purge

Nov 21, 2014 by

Our house isn’t teeny tiny, but it’s not huge, either. Our living space isn’t stingy for every day living (I happen to love this house) but when you need to consider a safe place to put a large tree covered in several dozen of your fragile, sentimental keepsakes, we need to get a bit creative. Our spot-of-choice for our Christmas tree is in the corner of our daughter’s play area; it’s in our main living area so we can enjoy its glow each night but out of the way enough that we aren’t tripping over it.

What this means, however, is a bit of shuffling as that space does double duty. Roughly a quarter of play space is lost for about a month, including some squares of her play mat and nearly all of our toy storage. This may sound like an inconvenience, but I can’t wait.

Whine, please

Nov 14, 2014 by

Well, we’ve made it to Friday, but what a week it’s been. My daughter has had a challenging few days and, therefore, so have I. With all of the whining, she has me reaching for my wine tonight.

Here’s just a few of the things I’ve heard tantrums over this week:

My boots are slippery.

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We’re headed the right way to school.

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I can’t see your eyes through your sunglasses.

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You’re playing the song I want to hear on the radio.

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You put pants on my cousin.

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You looked at me.

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Cheers to Friday. Who’s with me?

Our connection cue

Nov 7, 2014 by

When we were breastfeeding it was easy to tell when my daughter needed to connect, and knowing how to do it was a no-brainer – we’d nurse. Any time day or night, no matter what the reason, as long as our breastfeeding relationship continued I knew just how to meet her needs and, in particular, how to reinforce that I was there for her. While the breastfeeding itself may have been hard at times, knowing when my daughter needed it was a piece of cake.

Fast forward 11 months since we’ve weaned and nothing about having a three year old is a piece of cake. Tuning in to when she needs connection now – and knowing how to respond in a way that meets hers and my needs – has been the journey I’ve been on for some time now. Yet throughout all the troubleshooting, and even without nursing, there’s one connection cue that has remained constant with all of her caregivers since my daughter was a baby: she plays with our ears.

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