Of course, with free speech comes a whole other bag of rabid snakes and sharpened hammers but I'm not going to bitch about that stuff right now.
OK, maybe just a little bit of bitching.
It's the whole understanding part of "listening, understanding and responding" thing that throws me for a loop.
Understanding means I actually have to try and decipher some of these words and phrases she throws at me.
Yesterday it was "barrybelt" - as in "Bumper want barrybelt". Any clue as to what she means?
No? Me neither. And I'll be damned because the freakin' barrybelt was the only thing on her mind for the entire afternoon.
Most of the time when my mommycomputer cannot compute Bumperese, I will try to get her to show or describe what barrybelt is to her doofus mommy but her adjectives are pretty much limited to HUGE and tiny and.... well that's pretty much it.
So unless barrybelt is really really big or super small, I don't get much help in "the search for barrybelt" (ohhhh that sounds like the name of an album).
Sometimes I try to play it off, you know, like I actually understand these new phrases she throws at me. But that has gotten me into trouble so I avoid the "nod and just say u-hun" response I sometimes give her.
The tantrums are not worth my temporary reprieve via deception.
But not all is lost on my dumbass ears, most of the time I understand her more than say... the average bear. That's good, right?
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You know, you never get done deciphering their words. Even with mine at the age of 7, I just look at hime like "huh?"
I still remember on of BubTar's;
Bahnah: (verb) to sit with your BOTTOM on mommy's lap.
Crazy little jabberwalkies.
Got the same problem around here. And if I ask her to show me what she's talking about I get the nastiest looks. Like 'Duh, Mom. You just don't understand me.'
Can't wait for the teenage years when I really don't understand her.
meximelt? (has she been to Taco Bell lately?)
buttermilk?
I give up... what is it?
We run into problems when Pumpkin starts asking us for videos that she has seen on YouTube, and uses odd adjectives to describe which one. "Dang Dang" is a funky hippo/dog dance, while "Boom Boom" is still a tantrum 'cause we don't know what she wants.
We get some odd words over our way too. I try to play along, but really..I'm lost.
My children will probably need therapy. I'm using my high pitched cheerleader voice saying "Uh-huh, uh-huh, yes sweetie! mommy Barrybelt too! Yay!"
When in doubt, join 'em.
That's like diminy. Oliver said it for ages and we still don't know what it means.
My youngest is almost 5 and I still have trouble deciphering sometimes.
I too pull the "Oh really! That's interesting." when I can't understand him.
I really can't wait for the words to start flowing around here. I can't imagine them now, but I know that there will be a time when I can't remember what it was like before she spoke...
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