- ATO Mum
- I’m a once-single mum of two boys (4 and 8) who was ‘attempting the ordinary’ after conceiving my second son by donor. I'm now married and pregnant and its complicated - again. These are my anonymous ramblings about life, love, parenting and the rest – emptying my head of the weird, the wonderful and the mundane. Hope you enjoy.
Wednesday, 18 April 2012
Of confidence and minding your language
Having said that, his language is just growing exponentially at the moment, in the way toddlers' language does around about this age. I'd forgotten how great it is to listen to and I love his experimenting with phrases. Like at the moment, his favourite thing to do is put "Err... " on the start of everything, in such a grown up way. It sounds as if he's about to say to a waiter "Err... I don't think I ordered the veal". This led to a classic yesterday. DS1 and I were chatting in the kitchen, and DS2, who had been playing in the living room, popped his head round the door and said "Err... I stinky". We did giggle - although me not so much, as I had to change him.
We've also started using 'Bye, Bye' to distinguish the end of things - 'Bye, bye Thomas' when we want to turn the TV off, 'Bye Bye Horsey' when he's refusing to get off the Shetland pony a friend let him ride (although full tantrum ensued after that one anyway - but, check me out having a friend with a horse!!). Anyway, he has clearly absorbed that at a sub-conscious level as he woke up suddenly this morning - you know that weird one-minute-sleeping-the-next-sat-up-wide-awake thing that little kids do? - and said 'Bye Bye Dream!'
He also now enjoys winding me up when he knows he's meant to say something. This is an average conversation when DS2 wants to get down after a meal:
Me: What do you say if you want to get down?
Me: You need to say 'Please mummy'
DS2: (looks at me, looks at DS1, giggles)
Me: Say Please
DS2: Nee nah nee nah!
Me: No not police, 'please'
DS2: Heavy Thomas (more giggling)
Me: No, not heavy Thomas (and just why?? I always think)
Me: Oh, good grief
DS2: Might Mac?
Me: I give up
DS2: (Sighs, then as fast as he can) Please can I get get get get get down? (more giggling)
Me: Yes (gratefully lifting him out of high chair)
This is a shortened version - it can go on for several minutes before he finally gives in. By that stage DS1 is normally falling about laughing, which really doesn't help - never let it be said that DS2 doesn't know how to play to the crowd.
Unfortunately, his every growing language abilities do not seem to have cured his mispronunciation tourettes which regular twitter followers may already be aware of. Here are some of his most regularly used phrases, and how they come out when he says them (with asterisks for those of you of a delicate disposition):
Come on = Bum on
Shopping = Sh*tting
Fork = F**k
Arms = Arse
Bunnies = Bummies
There are probably more but I'm trying to block them out, it's all just too embarrassing when we're out in public.
Lets just say that - given his tendency for talking about Thomas and all things associated with said train to anyone and everyone - I was very pleased when he stopped missing the 'roller' off the end of 'The Fat Controller'.
Would love to hear your developing language stories - here's wishing you toddlers who don't f and blind as much as mine does!