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

Kessa-speak

Kesenia is getting so expressive!

Earlier today:

Kes: "Mama, you want to go on the bouncy ball?"
Me: "No, honey, I'm too big for it."
Kes: "But Mama, when you all done with being big, when you not a grown-up anymore, then you go on the bouncy ball? When you get teeny tiny? When you a kildren again?"

Tonight:

"Mommy, what a nice, beautiful, purple purple sweater you have!"

Yesterday:

Kes: "Now it's not weddy anymore."
Me: "What's not ready anymore?"
Kes: "No, it's not WEDDY anymore!"
Me: "It's not windy anymore?"
Kes: "No, it's not WED. DY. An. Y. More!
Elly: "Wedgie?"
Kes: "Yeah! It's not weddy anymore!"


I remember Elly at this age used to say "prettiful". I'm quite amused that Kes has also adopted a second term for beautiful - "cutiful."