Since I just posted about what Molly says, I thought I should post what Jack says.
"Uh oh" was his first word and is still he most frequented.
He basically just says, "Uh uh uh uh uhhhhhh" for everything else.
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There are a few things he says, but with a sister who talks like she does. There really isn't any need to say much.
He can say "Dad," and "Hi." In fact, his only complete sentence is the occasional, "Hi Dad."
He pretty consistently says "Hih" for "here" when he hands you something or wants to share his food with you.
He pretty consistently says "Hah-yee" when he is looking for his sister.
He can say, "Ba" for "Bye," but usually would rather just wave frantically.
He points a lot at things he wants.
He does a backward bye (more like a "come here") with his hand when he wants more of something.
He points to planes and birds in the sky and says something like "A-zeee" (whatever that means)
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One of our favorite songs to listen to in the car lately is "Ho Hey" by the Lumineers. Jack is usually a beat off, but loves to say "Huh . . . Huh" and gets super excited when he hears this song. Molly and I always giggle.
18 July 2013
Grandpa's Car
Molly is 3. She says funny things. She answers questions with no concept of time and lately pulls these totally bizarre ideas out of the sky. Or, she is very insistent and drives everyone crazy.
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Me: Molly, what did we do today?
Her: Um . . . we went to the sidewalk swimming pool with my school friends.
Me: You mean the splash pad?
Her: [silence]
Me: You didn't see your school friends today. That was yesterday.
Her: [silence]
Me: Did you go swimming with Annie, Elliott, and Wyatt, and Melinda, Rilee, Conner, and Cody?
Her: And Quinn and Jack
Me: No. Mom stayed home with Quinn and Jack.
Her: [silence]
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Familial relationship conversations. We have them often. They go like this (though the order of the people being asked about can change.)
Molly: Mom, is grandma Petersen your mom.
Me: Yes
Molly: Is Grandpa Petersen your dad.
Me: Yes.
Molly: Is Grandma Petersen dad's mom?
Me: No. Grandma Binggeli is dad's mom.
Molly: Is Grandpa Binggeli dad's mom?
No: No, Grandpa Binggeli is dad's dad.
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TV screen shows Disneyland castle before the movie starts.
Her: Mom, DISNEYLAND!!!! (hardly containing her excitement)
Me: Yeah. Did we go to Disneyland?
Her: Yep, we went to Disneyland last night.
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One day out of the blue she told me that all of her school friends were sick and she needed to go visit them.
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Lately we have been parking across the street from the swimming pool and walking over. It's a lot closer than parking in the far boonies of the actual parking lot. This means that we have to actually cross a street with a stoplight, though, and Molly gets to push the button. Two things happen.
1. We have a bit of a "Rain Man" moment. When the walk signal changes back to the flashing hand, someone freaks out and says, "Mom, it says not to walk anymore. The walking man went away." (repeated 7 times).
2. Any other people walking on the sidewalk, in the pool door, or actually crossing the street with us get told, "I already pushed the button," (repeated 8 times).
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One day at Smiths (a couple of weeks ago), the idiot parents got to the front of the check-out line and realized neither of us had brought a wallet into the store. James ran to back to the parking lot to get his. Molly ran after him for a split second and then was just hanging around at the front of the store, looking at the ice, the movies for sale, the rug doctors, etc.
Jack and I were waiting by the cart, feeling stupid about our wallets when I heard a lady's voice come on the intercom, "Attention Smith's shoppers. We have a lost little girl up at the service desk. Her name is Molly." Ug. She was about 25 feet away from me staring up at this lady while she makes her announcement. I said, "Molly, I'm right here. Come back over by mom." She hesitated and kept staring at the lady making the announcement as if she was thinking, "Mom, I'm going to pretend I don't hear you or see you standing 25 feet away from because I want to be lost."
I was actually proud of her that she told the lady her correct name.
A few days later we were at the evil empire (Wal-Mart) and she was being super slow (so what else is new). Jack and I were standing at the end of a shoe aisle waiting for her to finish looking in the mirror. There was a T in the aisle right where she was standing. I had hollered at her a few times to hurry, but at the moment was just standing there hoping she'd come. A Wal-Mart employee came down the center of the T and turned up the aisle away from us. Though it is possible she had seen or heard me calling at Molly, I doubt it. Without even stalling for a half a second as she turned the corner, she and Molly had this conversation:
Molly: Hi.
Her: Hi.
Molly: My name is Molly and I am lost.
Her: Oh, that is nice. [and keeps on walking]
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Tonight when she was going to bed, she wanted to say her prayers by herself and before she finished, the last thing she said was, ". . . and bless Great Grandpa that he can get his car out of the garage." I have no idea what that was about.
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Me: Molly, what did we do today?
Her: Um . . . we went to the sidewalk swimming pool with my school friends.
Me: You mean the splash pad?
Her: [silence]
Me: You didn't see your school friends today. That was yesterday.
Her: [silence]
Me: Did you go swimming with Annie, Elliott, and Wyatt, and Melinda, Rilee, Conner, and Cody?
Her: And Quinn and Jack
Me: No. Mom stayed home with Quinn and Jack.
Her: [silence]
*******
Familial relationship conversations. We have them often. They go like this (though the order of the people being asked about can change.)
Molly: Mom, is grandma Petersen your mom.
Me: Yes
Molly: Is Grandpa Petersen your dad.
Me: Yes.
Molly: Is Grandma Petersen dad's mom?
Me: No. Grandma Binggeli is dad's mom.
Molly: Is Grandpa Binggeli dad's mom?
No: No, Grandpa Binggeli is dad's dad.
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TV screen shows Disneyland castle before the movie starts.
Her: Mom, DISNEYLAND!!!! (hardly containing her excitement)
Me: Yeah. Did we go to Disneyland?
Her: Yep, we went to Disneyland last night.
*******
One day out of the blue she told me that all of her school friends were sick and she needed to go visit them.
*******
Lately we have been parking across the street from the swimming pool and walking over. It's a lot closer than parking in the far boonies of the actual parking lot. This means that we have to actually cross a street with a stoplight, though, and Molly gets to push the button. Two things happen.
1. We have a bit of a "Rain Man" moment. When the walk signal changes back to the flashing hand, someone freaks out and says, "Mom, it says not to walk anymore. The walking man went away." (repeated 7 times).
2. Any other people walking on the sidewalk, in the pool door, or actually crossing the street with us get told, "I already pushed the button," (repeated 8 times).
*******
One day at Smiths (a couple of weeks ago), the idiot parents got to the front of the check-out line and realized neither of us had brought a wallet into the store. James ran to back to the parking lot to get his. Molly ran after him for a split second and then was just hanging around at the front of the store, looking at the ice, the movies for sale, the rug doctors, etc.
Jack and I were waiting by the cart, feeling stupid about our wallets when I heard a lady's voice come on the intercom, "Attention Smith's shoppers. We have a lost little girl up at the service desk. Her name is Molly." Ug. She was about 25 feet away from me staring up at this lady while she makes her announcement. I said, "Molly, I'm right here. Come back over by mom." She hesitated and kept staring at the lady making the announcement as if she was thinking, "Mom, I'm going to pretend I don't hear you or see you standing 25 feet away from because I want to be lost."
I was actually proud of her that she told the lady her correct name.
A few days later we were at the evil empire (Wal-Mart) and she was being super slow (so what else is new). Jack and I were standing at the end of a shoe aisle waiting for her to finish looking in the mirror. There was a T in the aisle right where she was standing. I had hollered at her a few times to hurry, but at the moment was just standing there hoping she'd come. A Wal-Mart employee came down the center of the T and turned up the aisle away from us. Though it is possible she had seen or heard me calling at Molly, I doubt it. Without even stalling for a half a second as she turned the corner, she and Molly had this conversation:
Molly: Hi.
Her: Hi.
Molly: My name is Molly and I am lost.
Her: Oh, that is nice. [and keeps on walking]
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Tonight when she was going to bed, she wanted to say her prayers by herself and before she finished, the last thing she said was, ". . . and bless Great Grandpa that he can get his car out of the garage." I have no idea what that was about.
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