Jamie is fast getting the hang of speaking; however at the moment many of his words sound the same. For example, I observed yesterday that "Wiggles" and "Bob the Builder" (his two great passions in life) are sounding very similar. I asked him to say one; then the other:
Me (enunciating): "Wiggles"
Jamie: "Bobbles" (with an extra emphasis, just for me, on the "s")
Me: "Bob the Builder"
Jamie" "Bobble-er"
Aah!
Obvious!
This afternoon, before nap-time, he'd been a bit fractious. He didn't want to eat lunch:
"no boc-boc!" (no broccoli - not that there was any broccoli in there, lol!)
So, OK, he didn't need to eat it if he didn't want to. That's always the choice in our house. But there's rarely any alternative offered. If you don't want to eat what's on offer, that's fine. But you'd better eat, if you're hungry.
Then, when I gave him his Spot book to take to bed with him, he threw it on the ground in a fit of a toddler tantrum.
So, we went to the bedroom. I put him in his bed. He cried.
"no boc-boc!", sobbing
I reassured him. It's OK. Popcorn's in the bed. (Popcorn is the teeny teddybear he's had since he was baby). He calls him "boc-boc". As in popcorn, also known as broccoli.
I asked him if he was still hungry. Yes, snivel, he nodded.
So, we went back to the kitchen and he ate another few mouthfuls of lunch... maybe half a dozen or so, and then didn't want any more.
Attempt 2. Back into the bedroom we go. I put him in his bed. We load up the bed with Popcorn, Bunny, Teddy. The crying starts again. I hand him the Wiggles book.
"No boc-boc!" The crying gets louder.
I hand him the Bob the Builder book.
"No boc-boc!" The sobbing's really in earnest now.
I hand him the Teddy Book.
"Teddy boo-ook" he sobs pitifully, by now the crying is heart-rending.
So I pick him up and we sit on the chair and he sobs into my chest. You'd think his heart is broken. Big wrenching sobs. Not just "putting off going to bed" sort of antics. This is serious.
Between the sobs, I try to work out what's wrong.
"No (sob) (sob) boc-boc!"
"But Popcorn's in your bed," I say.
"No boc-boc! (sob) (sob) (sniff)"
"Are you still hungry?" I ask.
"No-o! No boc-boc!"
At my wits end to understand what has this little boy so upset, I say "well, is it something you can show me? Get down and show me."
Back out to the living room we go....
"Boc-boc!" he says with relief... and runs to the Spot Book he hurled to the floor some half hour earlier.
OMG.
not
"Boc-boc"
but
"Pot-book"
"Spot Book". What was I thinking!
And with that he happily went back to bed. We lay the Spot Book alongside his pillow; he sighed a big sigh, smiled at me and went to sleep.
6 comments:
Come on Kathie - I can;t understand how on earth you wouldn't have realised earlier what he was on about...;)
After all - us mothers are meant to be mind readers aren't we.
Such a cute story. You always word things so well. So well that I feel like you are talking to me when I read it.
Hope bedtime goes smoother tomorrow.
Belinda
xx
Thats such a cute story you should scrap that into a little book then you can read him the story of the spot book.
Cute story. I remember those days of just-talking. My favourites at our place were Bobber-bilba for Bob the Builder and doo-doo-wah for choo choo train.
ch
xox
How frustrating...but so cute :) Love the little things like that which make our little people who they are! Hope that things are good in your world. Have been busy here...not sure where March went! Catch up in April holidays maybe? Have a fab weekend. Tatum xx
Such a cute story Kathie....brings back great memories....and as always when I read your posts...I wish Id recorded more of when mine were young...
Mardi xx
oh so precious! You are going to be so thankful that you have recorded all these little Jamie-isms.
xx k
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