Wednesday Speak

The third day it all began to make sense. With his big brother, who started talking in complete sentences before he was a year old, gone to camp, talking suddenly became an option. After naming everyone else in the family he pointed to himself and said his name, with s serious cajun accent.

It has snow-balled from there. He talks all the time. His favorite consonant seems to be "p", while his vowl of choice is "ee".


Here is a short list, so my "foggeh" Mama brain can remember all of this linguistic love forever:

Cup= Pup

Tummy= Pummy

Rooster= Doot Da Dooda Dooda

Donkey= Eeh Aww, Eeh Aww

Pickle (the kitten)= Peepoo

Goldie (kitten)= Dodie

Excuse Me= Ettoo Muh Hulee>> "Excuse Me, Huxley"

Cracker= Kakee

Cookie= Tootie

Medicine= Meemee

Jelly Bean= Bean Bean

Candy= Tandy

Sausage= SawSaw!

Toothbrush= Joob Juh

Clip= Pleep

Butterfly= Flufffly

Diego= Dohdohdohdoh!

Puzzle= Puddy

Good Job!= Job Job!

I'm sure there are more that I just can't remember right now, but that's a pretty good sample. He is the sweetest, most patient boy. When he falls down he checks on everyone else to make sure THEY are ok, and he loves to hold his brother lunchbox when we pick him up from camp.

When my boys hug each other in the morning Winston bends down and put his arms around his baby brother's tummy. And that little brother says, "Oh Oh!" and grabs his big brother's face so he can "Tiss" him. Sometimes they sit together on the couch and Wednesday asks Winston questions about what things are, whether they're hot, who people are. When they talk together like that all of the worry and pressure about having them so close together disappears for a few minutes. I know they were meant to be brothers, and that they can let each other shine.