Today I woke up on the wrong side of the bed.
Peter used to sleep in until 7:30 or 8:00 am every day, and Carolyn would wake up anywhere between 6:30 and 8:00 am. I am not what you would call a morning person... and it seems like no matter when I go to bed, if I'm getting woken up before 7:00 am, I wake up cranky.
Today both Peter and Carolyn were ready to take on the world at a ripe 6:15 in the morning. I on the other hand, was not.
Boogers.
As I was grumping around this morning, I thought back to what I wrote about yesterday, and wanted to tell myself to go ahead and keep my big pie hole shut and just let me have my bad mood.
So, sorry for being so annoying, I'm going to work on that.
Okay, moving on.
Peter is going to be two in a little less than a month, and for the last couple of months his language has really been exploding. It's been so neat to be able to communicate with him so much more than before.
So far, when he learns a new word, I've been able to figure it out pretty well. He'll be signing "drink", then start saying "wa" for water, then "wa-dee", then "wa-der". And because I was there for each of those progressions, I know he's saying water. When he would throw in new words, he would be pretty helpful in pointing or walking over to something while he said the word. This meant that their weren't too many mysteries.
Well lately, it's like he's decided that it's too much work to learn the real words for things, so if he still doesn't know the word he's just picking a random collection of sounds and that will be the word.
Just the other day I realized that "gwee-doo" was in fact, blanket. Duh. C'mon mom, that one was pretty obvious.
Yesterday while I was feeding him lunch he asked for cheese, and apple, and water, and then very insistently repeated "ogg-maan!". Oven? Open? Apple? Avocado? Yogurt? Fork? Juice?
No mom. None of those. I can't believe you don't know what an ogg-maan is.
He's also been much less helpful about pointing or taking me to something or really helping me in anyway to decipher his new words. He's a busy kid, he ain't got time for all that.
I don't know if this is just a my-toddler thing, but he will repeat a word over and over and over until I acknowledge what word it is that he's saying. When I have no idea, and didn't get it in the first five guesses, I've now resorted to just shouting random words that I know he can say in the hopes of resetting him to repeating some other word.
It looks like now it's my turn to spend months of my life in a world where I'm getting spoken to in a language that I don't understand. Toddler karma, that's what that is.
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