Lots to Say
He’s a communicator these days. Example? Melissa and I used to name a list of things, when he seemed to want more of something but couldn’t tell us what. Now we offer up a guess and he says “No, want bed.” (Which is actually bread; he’s working on that part, yet.)
Ian speaks to us in long sentences now. He doesn’t just say a word or two, he tells you all about it. “Mommy in bed, Mommy sleepin.” He doesn’t do much without a word or two at least… Like he can’t hand me something without throwing in “Thar go, Daddy!” And he has a lexicon of words to choose from about a vast array of subject so he’s ready to go. If you step out of your shoes at our front door, prepare to hear “{your name here}’s shoes!” Also things like “Mommy’s car!” “More dip, peez.” “Welcome home, Mommy!” And I’m seriously not coming up with very good ones here. We have long conversations where I sit with rapt attention while he describes what just happened, or figure out what he wants. It is really great, actually.
Me – Ian are you all done?
i – all done. (wide sweeping hand gesture, like an umpire calling a base runner “safe.”)
Me – Can I get you anything else?
i – pewpull popsicle? (high pitched at the end, like a question; and really cute.)
Me – You want a purple popsicle?
i – mmhmm!! (eats popsicle without dropping even a tiny bit… finishes up… reaches popsicle stick up in the air, and he says, with perfect clarity — ) Recycle! Recycle! (Melissa uses them for plant markers in her garden. He’s on a huge recycling kick; to the point that I have to double check what’s been recycled to make sure it doesn’t contain things we wanted to keep.)
The other week, at a kid’s gym, a young boy started talking to Melissa, Ian and I… and Ian looked up at him and said “name is Een.” (Pretty much “My name is Ian.”)
That’s not to say everything makes sense that he says, but you can tell he’s not just making stuff up, either. Sometimes an entire sentence will be spoken in a hilarious conversational way, with accompanying hand-gestures and a enthusiastic nod or two… and yet mean nothing to you. Obviously it means something to him, however, because he repeats the sentence verbatim, upon request.
i – “Fligle ting thag thrabble? Thappa maahn.”
Me – “What?”
i – “Fligle ting thag thrabble? Thappa maahn, Daddy.”
He will say “my” in place of certain things, like “I’m” or “I” at times. For example “Are you eating?” might be answered with “My eating.”
Oh and… well for those of you easily offended, please skip this paragraph. Ian has one mispronunciation that is both endearing and hilarious at the same time. Ask him if he’s currently fishing and he’ll say “My pissing.” At TGI Friday’s he pointed at a mounted fish on the wall and said “Piss.” This is not the norm, I should clarify: generally his pronunciation is stunning, lately.
Watch for additions after this sentence… as I’m remembering stuff I’ll add to this post for a little while.
