Next... I love toddlerisms—when little kids mispronounce words, leave out words, and generally mix stuff up. One of my all-time favorites was when S would say, "toomarno"—for tomorrow, obviously.
A2 and N have a few gems of their own. Recently, N has become obsessed with birthdays, most likely because just about everyone in my husband's family has a birthday in May. So, at least a few times a day, N will ask, "When my burpay?" I don't think she really understands what birthdays are, what hers will mean, or even the fact that she'll share her birthday with that kid who is always around, but I just love the way she says it.
For every word he says, A2 puts his own little deep voice spin on it, which I love. He also calls every kind of superhero "Man man." He's starting to distinguish a few of them by "Spi-man" and "Bat-man," but I still love the original A2-ism.
Of course, whenever I hear the twins mispronounce something, I try to help them say it correctly. And I frequently tell my older kids, "You know how to say that word. Saying it the way she says it doesn't help her learn." I am the daughter of a former speech pathologist, after all.
One of the funniest ones is how N pronounces kitty. She says it with a t at the front. This is, for obvious reasons, amusing to my husband and me. She loves these Hello Kitty utensils that S got a million years ago—so much so, that she refuses to eat with anything else. She really loves the fork for some reason, but I haven't been able to find it lately. She'll beg for the kitty fork at every meal, and she just has to make do with the spoon. So sad to eat yogurt with a spoon instead of a fork.
This afternoon, I happened to be cleaning the floor in the pantry, so pulling crap out. As I was putting the bread maker back in, I heard a clinking sound. Lo and behold, the kitty fork was in there. N will be so pleased.
And now, a ton of pictures to make me feel better about not blogging so much over the past while.
