For this edition of What the Heck is Dylan Saying!?! we'll explore some of his new and most fun phrases...
"No Mommy! No song!" or alternatively "No Mommy! No dance!"
This is devastating. I fancy myself a quadruple threat! Singer, dancer, actress and kickboxer!
"I can't seeeeee youuuu!!"
Which he says while shutting his eyes tight and moving his head side to side. Sort of like Peekaboo, but for crazy people.
"Doh-wah! Boots! Pack-pack! Awwww man! MMMMMMMMMMMMMMap!"
All the characters on his Dora potty seat. They ALL must be named before he can even THINK about pooing or peeing.
"I went poo-poo in pants." or "I want poo-poo in da potty."
Both currently said after the poo threat has passed.
If you hear this from him, get a baby wipe.
"I want sssssnnnnnnnow!"
Self-explanatory.
"I want deedle deedle" means he wants to be tickled.
"I want whee whee whee" means he wants to hear "This Little Piggy..." complete with whee whee whee all the way home ending.
He's also learning to count from 1 to 10. His favorite numbers are "Fi! Sicky!" which he says whenever he sees any number be it 5 or 6 or 2 or 47.
He tries to sing along when we do the Alphabet Song too. He gets ABCD ok. EFG, eh, not so great. HIJK better than EFG.
LMNOP becomes "bla da bla da P"
The rest is a jumble until TUV and then peters out when he waits for "Now I know my ABCs..."
He ends the song with a nice resounding "Meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!"
Dylan is also trying to say Elizabeth, but it comes out E-Bits-Uh-Bith...close enough.
It's also remarkable how many cartoon characters he can name -- from Mickey to Tigger to Stewie from Family Guy.
In two months he'll be giving health care reform speeches and hypothesizing about the reasons behind the bottoming out of the sub-prime mortgage market and joining his mom in discussions on Britney Spears' crazy ass.
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Thursday, January 10, 2008
Tuesday, October 16, 2007
Vocabulary Explosion!
Of course, he waited until I was gone all the time to start learning words.
In the last two weeks Dylan has gone from mostly incoherent babbling peppered with words and phrases like "awww man" "Dora Dora Boots" "I want soda" and "cookie" to being intelligible almost 50 percent of the time.
Now he talks and it's not only ME that can understand him!
Last weekend, while I was being assailed by angry tire customers, Bob taught Dylan to say the numbers 1 through 10. You say "One!" he says "twooooooooo, teeeeeeeee!"
It's really quite cute and when they showed off their trick Sunday night, I cried. Tears of joy! Tears of joy!
I'm so glad that he's not going to stay a crazy babbler forever. I was really worried that the language sector of his brain was never going to kick in properly.
His sister has been doing all his talking for him.
"Dylan wants a cookie. Dylan does not want to go to bed. Dylan wants ME to draw him a picture and eat a cookie. Dylan wants to watch Garfield Halloween. Again."
The other kid, as you may have been able to discern, talks WAAAAY too much. She's 3 going on 13. I asked her to go get me a little towel to wipe Dylan's face and this was her reply.
"Uhhhhhhhhh, in a minute, I'm really busy doing something right now."
She was laying on the couch picking at her toes.
Verrrrry important, yes, but definitely postponable.
Of course, that is when she even deigns to answer me when I am talking to her. More often than not she just keeps puttering around with her random errands (line up spoons on counter, check! Put all doll babies to bed, naked of course, on the couch? Check!) and doesn't even acknowledge that I have spoken to her.
That is MADDENING!
Naturally, this same child will throw a fit of epic proportions if you do not drop everything you are doing to immediately listen to her recount the myriad twists and turns of the very interesting plot of the latest episode of Spongebob...
"And then Gary said 'Meow' and then Patrick was hungry and then Sandy was....MOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!!! Listen to me RIGHT NOW!!!! And then Spongebob was crazy. And then Mr. Crabs was cheap. And then Squidward was mad....MOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM! Look at me RIGHT NOW!!!"
But I'll tell you, if the words coming out of your mouth aren't "Let's have chocolate pudding and skittles for breakfast and wash it down with root beer floats!" she will just tune you out and go on with her day.
And God help you if you try to say "Why don't you go clean your room?"
Unless you like screaming, crying, kicking fits. Then you'll be fine.
In the last two weeks Dylan has gone from mostly incoherent babbling peppered with words and phrases like "awww man" "Dora Dora Boots" "I want soda" and "cookie" to being intelligible almost 50 percent of the time.
Now he talks and it's not only ME that can understand him!
Last weekend, while I was being assailed by angry tire customers, Bob taught Dylan to say the numbers 1 through 10. You say "One!" he says "twooooooooo, teeeeeeeee!"
It's really quite cute and when they showed off their trick Sunday night, I cried. Tears of joy! Tears of joy!
I'm so glad that he's not going to stay a crazy babbler forever. I was really worried that the language sector of his brain was never going to kick in properly.
His sister has been doing all his talking for him.
"Dylan wants a cookie. Dylan does not want to go to bed. Dylan wants ME to draw him a picture and eat a cookie. Dylan wants to watch Garfield Halloween. Again."
The other kid, as you may have been able to discern, talks WAAAAY too much. She's 3 going on 13. I asked her to go get me a little towel to wipe Dylan's face and this was her reply.
"Uhhhhhhhhh, in a minute, I'm really busy doing something right now."
She was laying on the couch picking at her toes.
Verrrrry important, yes, but definitely postponable.
Of course, that is when she even deigns to answer me when I am talking to her. More often than not she just keeps puttering around with her random errands (line up spoons on counter, check! Put all doll babies to bed, naked of course, on the couch? Check!) and doesn't even acknowledge that I have spoken to her.
That is MADDENING!
Naturally, this same child will throw a fit of epic proportions if you do not drop everything you are doing to immediately listen to her recount the myriad twists and turns of the very interesting plot of the latest episode of Spongebob...
"And then Gary said 'Meow' and then Patrick was hungry and then Sandy was....MOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!!! Listen to me RIGHT NOW!!!! And then Spongebob was crazy. And then Mr. Crabs was cheap. And then Squidward was mad....MOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM! Look at me RIGHT NOW!!!"
But I'll tell you, if the words coming out of your mouth aren't "Let's have chocolate pudding and skittles for breakfast and wash it down with root beer floats!" she will just tune you out and go on with her day.
And God help you if you try to say "Why don't you go clean your room?"
Unless you like screaming, crying, kicking fits. Then you'll be fine.
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