Speaking Toddler-ese

On the home from school yesterday, Little Man and I had a conversation about his sister. Little Man was 6 when Baby Girl was born (they’re 9 and 2 now). We talked about her upcoming birthday (which is in June, but I’m already planning), when he commented that he missed the cute things she used to say when she first started talking.

“Do you remember how she used to say, ‘Hey, bo,’ to everyone?” Little Man asked.

I did. We were resigned to the idea, for a time, that it’d be in her destiny to rock pink camo.

“And how about all the crazy words she’d use?” LM asked. “Remember ‘Go-Go’?”

I chuckled. Ah, “Go-Go.” That one took a while to figure out, but eventually we realized she wanted to watch Frozen; specifically, the scene where Elsa sings Let It Go. She later upped the ante by calling every song in the movie “Go-Go,” and you’d have to figure out which song she wanted based on the inflection. I can’t remember it all, but it was something like “Go-Go” meant For The First Time In Forever and “Go-Go-Go” meant Olaf’s song.

I relayed my and Little Man’s discussion to my husband last night, which prompted us to talk about LM’s toddler vocabulary versus Baby Girl’s. LM started talking early — and talked very clearly, I might add —  so rarely were we confused when he’d ask for something. Have a look at some of Little Man’s words:

For the record, we didn’t feed Little Man only cereal when he was young. But, it’s been around 7 to 8 years since he was a toddler, and I’m struggling to think of anything else he called food that was either confusing or funny.

And now for Baby Girl. As you’ve probably gathered from the Go-Go info, the words she used for when she couldn’t say the right word weren’t always as easy to figure out as with Little Man. The easiest we got was her asking for balls, which meant she wanted an orange, an apple, blueberries, or grapes. So, even with that, there was still a bit of trial and error before we gave her the right thing.

Check out some of her more difficult words:

By the way — she still occasionally asks for bites. She does this when she wants something to eat, but doesn’t know what she wants and wants me to offer her a dozen things so she can decide. She’ll also ask for “a that” and expects me to do the same thing.

So, parents/caregivers/people who were once kids — do you have any cute/confusing words to share?

IRS v. PTO

Would you rather deal with the IRS or with the PTO?

Hmm?

You probably had to take a second to think about that. Answering questions related to purchases made years ago, deductions made, and other boring nonsense sounds pretty bad. But then you realize that the PTO acts both as a mafia of sorts and treats you like you’re a lower tier drug dealer, and you might start to realize that the IRS isn’t the worst thing in the world.

“Get out there with these packs of way overpriced M&Ms and don’t come back until they’re gone.”

“Little Peter can only sell 10 tins of popcorn? Get his butt back out in front of the Walmart ’til they’re gone.”

“Each child was supposed to raise $300 for this fundraiser. Your child raised $298.12. You think that’s acceptable? Hit. The. Streets. Find that money or else!”

Or something like that.

 

Any good, over-the-top PTO stories to share? 

#WeekendCoffeeShare: Things Are Slowing Down

If we were having coffee, I’d first tell you that I’m excited about starting this new blog. I have another blog on WordPress, but this one is a big change, plus it’s always fun starting something new. I’ve never been artistically inclined, but I’ve been enjoying creating the doodles and learning how to use the Adobe Draw app on my iPad. Learning something new tech-related is half the fun, at least at first.

Now, on to other things…

Over our drinks I’d tell you that this has been a relatively easy week. No one has been sick (hooray March), and aside from the kids going to school, the only thing we’ve had going on this week is soccer and a couple of appointments. That’s a relatively laid back week, especially when I’m not having to wash 10 loads of pukey clothes!


Next Saturday is Little Man’s soccer jamboree. My husband is coaching this year, and I’m helping out when I can. I stayed home with Baby Girl this morning since it’s cold out for a change. (We’ve had a very warm winter, but had a freeze last night, so it’s chilly. The temps will be back in the high 60s in a couple of days, though.) My husband is doing a great job with them, so hopefully they’ll have a good season.

Outside of soccer practice, I think that’s all that is on the agenda for this coming week. It’s a relief to look at the calendar and see days with no extra appointments, project due dates, etc. It feels like we’ve been running a marathon since September, outside of a couple weeks break before Christmas. Now if we can just keep everyone healthy as well, maybe we can catch our breath!


Between a largely uneventful week and a hopefully uneventful week to come, that’s all I’ve got for today. ‘Til next time!

How was your week?

Weekend Coffee Share is hosted by Nerd In The Brain.

Netflix And (Legit) Chill

A night without the kids is an amazing thing. You can do all sorts of things that you can’t when they’re with you — eat at nice restaurants, go shopping whine-free, eat snack cakes without little vultures appearing when they hear the crinkling of the cellophane.

On to plans for the night — there are many decisions to be made. Where do we go? What do we eat? Do we stay home and do the parenting version of Netflix and chill (you know — the one where all you do is watch Netflix and actually chill)? Hmm.

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What do you like to do when you get a night to yourself?

Fun In The Sun

I’ve never been any good at drawing, to the point that I think my family wants to say, “Tell me about this, Mom,” to spare my feelings when I attempt to draw more than a stick figure. Despite this, I recently got an iPad Pro and discovered that I really enjoy doodling on it. It’s fun and relaxing and gives me something else to do beside zoning out to Netflix after the kids go to bed.

“This is adorably bad,” my husband told me when I showed him the doodle I’m sharing below. That’s better than just “bad,” right? And clearly, when he said “adorably bad,” he meant “start a blog and share it with the world.” Or something like that.

At any rate, I’m going with it. Maybe as I keep doodling, I’ll go from “adorably bad” to “not so bad.” We’ll see.

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