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?
Oh and if you are wondering about the post title - watch this clip:
Happy NaBloPoMo ya'll - go randomize yourself: