Donovan language

Donowan - Donovan
fwimmin - swimming
fwing - swing
donitoe - dinosaur
namilla = vanilla

-er words end in -y
helicoppy - helicopter
couny - counter
beddy - better
tinggy - finger
pliddy - computer
dinny - dinner
Atemby - September

"Me Donowan like a fwog." "Me Donowan like a donitoe." "Me Donowan like a alligady."

"Me need a kitt you on da moup." "Me need you neck." (He puts a hand on my neck as a cuddle spot.)

"No tange me dipee! No wipe I penit! Me no ha poopies on a butt." (I heard on the radio that kids start lying at 3.5 years old. No way, man. Kids start lying as soon as they can talk.)

"Yeah do!" "No me not."

"A cake it yummy. A you lite it, Tudin?" (Do you like it, Susan? to my mom)

I fall!

Driving in the car, I hear D: "Hep! Hep! I fall! I fall!"

Now, I'm pretty darn sure I buckled him in correctly, but any mother is going to look back and make sure that the kid hasn't suddenly figured out how to get himself out of his carseat. What I see cracks me up.

D is, in fact, fully buckled in his car seat. His arms and legs are pointing at the ceiling and waving in all directions. My adorable little two year old is playing pretend that he is falling and needs me to save him.

I touch his hand. He says, "Oh, tatyu, Mama. I okay. Dat fwawy, now I okay."


Speaking of "fwawy", here are some of my favorite cute D words at the moment:

fwawy = scary
flallow = flower
bleebie = blankie
ahmeeoh = oatmeal
way, way, uhpie, new play = put it away up high and get down a new toy
tseeoh = cheerios
folly = sorry

Un/limited

Today pretty much all I did was cuddle my sweet baby, nursing for most of the day. He's coughing like crazy on what I hope is the tail end of a flu. I also have it, not the cough but man my throat is painful. It took 800mg of Advil and nonstop Throat Comfort tea to make me stop wincing every time I swallow.

Anyway, my body hurts, no longer from the flu, but from sitting all the time to cuddle D. I'm bored. I can't wait to get back to the usual.

And yet, what a precious day it was. It hurt my heart to see the boyzer so sick again, but I felt lucky to be able to provide him the comfort he sought, and I soaked up the blessing of it. To be a mother, to soothe, to love, to have exactly what your child needs, is a gift I relished today, just as I treasured his small hand around my neck, his arms around my waist while nursing, his head leaned against my shoulder, his "Pleeee," "Huk," "Bleebie," and all the other special smallness of him that is so fleeting.

The beautiful ache of it all is how love is limitless, but time is not.