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Mummy, my yawn hurts

I love it when kids don’t know what something is called and, rather than ask me, make up a word themselves to describe what they mean. With Elisabeth we never really had this pleasure, she talked very early and never really said anything wrong.

Jacob however, is the absolute master at this. He has always been very good at communicating what he means without necessarily talking or using the correct words. When he last had a cold he said:

“Mummy, my yawn hurts.”

He meant that he had a sore throat, which makes perfect sense because when you have a son throat, and you yawn, it can hurt like hell. Easily worked out. Nice job Jacob.

Now this morning we were getting ready for school, so the school uniform goes on and just before we leave we do socks and shoes. A brand new pair of shoes, which he loves. But just as we are walking out the door I can see that he is limping a little.

“What’s up Jacob? Are your shoes not comfortable?”

“No, they’re hurting my foot wrist.”

“Your foot wrist?” (just checking I heard right)

“Yes, my foot wrist.” (said in a ‘surely you know what a foot wrist is’ kind of tone)

“Do you mean this?” (Me pointing at his ankle)

“Yes, my foot wrist.”

“Ok, that’s your ankle.”

“Yes, my ankle.”

“Ok, when you get to school ask your teacher if you can take off your shoes if it hurts too much.”

(At school talking to his teacher) “My foot wrist hurts.”

Love him!

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Kiddos talk

“Fishin!” is what Jacob shouts when he is finished with his snack, dinner, or whatever else he happens to be doing. This is an improvement to what he did before, which was throwing his hands up in the air and shout: “Silly!” 

He is the complete opposite to his sister when it comes to talking. Elisabeth didn’t really say a word until she could talk in full sentences and she rarely said anything wrong. Jacob however is not too fussed about the correctness of his words, as long as we know what he means he is happy. So we get “fishin”, “bicyscle”,  “stool” (for spoon), “ass cream” (for ice cream), “ups and down”  (for  upside down)  and “mana” for banana. 

And whilst Jacob is trying to get his words right, my darling Elisabeth says things like : “you’re the best mummy in the world, even better than the Queen!” 

Happy Friday everyone! 

Whasaaaaaaaaat?????

Jacob has finally decided to have a real go at this talking thing that we all seem to be doing. After months of just saying “ball”, “wow” and “mama” (which meant fruit, not me!) he is expanding his vocabulary.

After a 10 minute session last Friday where we discussed: “this is a banana” and “this is mama” he finally got it and he now actually calls me mama! Although he also still calls all fruit mama, but hey I can’t have everything.

He has been a very inquisitive little munchkin as well. If I had a penny for every time he points at something and says: “Whasat?” I would not have to go to work. Sometimes it is a bit tiring, most of the time it is cute and every now and then it is just hilarious.

The other day I went to the toilet and he came in with me. He was playing with some water in the sink, perfectly happy. As soon as he heard me do a wee, he turned round to look at me, pointed and shouted from the top of his lungs: “WHASAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAT?!?!?!?”

Love this little man, he is so funny.

Where’s mamma?

Even though my two lovely kiddos look very much alike, they couldn’t behave more differently if they tried.

The most noticable difference at the moment is talking. Elisabeth never really did baby talk, she was almost silent until she could discuss the political situation in Africa (so to speak). She talked so well that when she was two and a half I got asked what scholl she went to (it also helped that she is rather on the tall side). Jacob on the other hand doesn’t stop jabbering, but at over 18 months he is in no hurry to start talking.

He has his own way of saying Elisabeth – Elily – and is still very keen on the words ‘wow’ and ‘ball’. But that is about it.

A few weeks ago I thought he finally started saying ‘mamma’ only to find out he was saying ‘banana’. And soon after that all fruit was ‘mamma’. Funny little man.

The other night at dinner we asked him:
– Where is Elisabeth? – Jacob points at Elisabeth.
– Where is daddy? – Jacob points at daddy.
– Where is mamma? – Jacob points at something in the conservatory and says: ‘ball!’

Ha ha, funny little man.

Conversations with Elisabeth 3

Elisabeth: “Where are my nipples mummy?”
Me:”Excuse me?”
Elisabeth:”Where are my nipples mummy?”
If I find out who is to blame for this they will be in serious trouble 🙂

This Tuesday Elisabeth didn’t really want to go to the child minder, she was tired and wanted to stay home with mummy or daddy. But when we got there she was fine, because she loves it at Jenny’s. When I opened the door to get her out of her car seat she said (completely unprompted might I add)
“I ove you mummy.”
Now that’s a good start of the day!

Elisabeth: “Dora’s got a big cock!”
Ha ha, she still struggles to say the ‘L’.

Even though Elisabeth can say the word ‘Help’ perfectly, every now and then when she wants me to do something, she will run around shouting: Hel, hel, hel, hel!

Elisabeth: “Daddy wants orange.”
Daddy: “I am going to have some cola Elisabeth.”
Elisabeth: “Daddy wants orange!”
Me: “Daddy is having a different drink Elisabeth.”
Elisabeth: “Daddy wants orange!!”
Bored of waiting until daddy has the drink she thinks he should have, she stomps over to the fridge, pulls it open, takes out the bottle of orange squash, drags it to the table and puts it in front of her daddy.
Elisabeth: “Daddy wants orange!!!”
No how can you refuse that. So, daddy had orange.

Conversations with Elisabeth 2

Me: ‘What did you have for dinner at Jenny’s today?’
Elisabeth: ‘Mash and beans and fish fingers.’ –
Me: ‘Really?’ – She actually had spaghetti 🙂

Me: ‘You’ve grown so big!’
Elisabeth: ‘I’m not big, daddy is big.’

Elisabeth: ‘Daddy is a boy and mummy is a lady.’
Me: ‘That’s right, daddy is a man and mummy is a lady.’
Elisabeth: ‘No, daddy is a boy, daddy is not a man.’

Conversations with Elisabeth (at 23 months and 2 weeks)

Me: Mummy loves you Elisabeth.
Elisabeth: What’s that mummy?
Me: That’s a car. Do you love your mummy?
Elisabeth: me love my daddy.

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Me: Good morning Elisabeth.
Elisabeth: Mummy!
Me: Hello sweetheart.
Elisabeth: Mummy wear pretty dress.

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Me: Let’s get you nice and dry.
Elisabeth: Me need wash my hands.
Me: That’s ok, you’ve just had a bath.
Elisabeth: Me need wash my hands!
Me: You’ve just had a bath, so you don’t have to wash your hands.
Elisabeth: Me need wash my hands!! In the sink! …. Oooooo, what’s that mummy?

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Daddy: Hi Elisabeth, are you ok?
Elisabeth: Yeah, daddy had nice day at work?

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Elisabeth: That’s my dolly!
Me: Yes, it is.
Elisabeth: she has pretty hair.
Me: You have pretty hair.
Elisabeth: Mummy has pretty hair too.

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Me: Do you love your mummy Elisabeth?
Elisabeth: Yeah, me love my daddy.

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What’s this mummy?

It has started. A bit earlier than I was expecting. I thought I wouldn’t be doing this until Elisabeth was at least two and a half………apparently not. It started today……..

I’m talking about the questions that just keep coming. Elisabeth spent pretty much all day pointing at objects asking: “What’s this mummy?” even though she knows very well what they are. And there’s me all day answering: “Fork, spoon, plate, tv, kitchen table, shoes, christmas tree, boobies (her favourite), apple and so on and so on.

So far it is still a fun game for both of us, it’s great to have actual conversations with her, no matter how small they are, but I’m sure there will come a point when I would like to go back to the baby babble that never expected an answer. Until that time though, I shall enjoy it.

Before I know it she will be asking me why mankind can fly to the moon but can’t find a cure for the common cold? Why is that anyway?