It means for love and for fun.
Happy Valentine’s Day
It means for love and for fun.
Happy Valentine’s Day
I’m not sure who had more fun doing this little video – the kids or their daddy.
(Make sure to watch the Bloopers after the credits)
There is nothing better in my eyes, than listening to little people talk, especially amongst themselves. Its always hilarious, uncompromised and so unjaded that its shocking to think I was once like that. Its not only what they say that amuses me but the way they say it. With their lisps and mispronounciations, you just wish you could keep a video camera on them at all times (in a non- J+K+8 sort of way).
My little lady has started impersonating and repeating everything her older brother says, and she waits for just the right moment to share it with us. She has impeccable timing – as does her counterpart. We were sitting down having our dinner a couple nights ago, and my 2 year old looked at me and said,
“Mommy, you da bess cook. Mommy, you da bess mommy in da ho why whirl’d”.
It was exactly what the little man says whenever he’s in trouble. He looks at me with his huge doe eyes, and says the same thing with the same accent and the same lisp, and follows it up with the toothiest grin he can muster. It was hilarious to see her do the same thing, except in an absolutely genuine way.
My husband thinks we should always correct the little bits of their language that are still growing and changing, but I don’t want to. I want them to sound their age, and I don’t care if that’s selfish. I’m all for correcting grammar, and am a crazy lady when it comes to being polite, but do I really have to make my baby say THE instead of DA?? I still can’t get over the fact that my kids can dress themselves, let alone talk my ear off – non-stop – ALL DAY LONG.
I love their mispronounciations. Here are some of my favorites that my kids say:
Of course I can’t possibly list them all or do it justice – you need the little people saying it to truly appreciate its sugary goodness. What are some of the funny things your kids say or mispronounce? Feel free to share some of your favorites with me.
I never know what is going to come out of my son’s mouth – its usually very funny, if only for his little person accent. Here’s a funny little moment I just remembered from a couple years back, from my then 3 year old.
I was helping my little man get dressed one morning when he got this funny little look on his face. I was sitting on the couch with him on my lap. I was wearing a v-neck tshirt that happened to show my business when I bent over to put his shorts on. Here is the conversation I wish I had gotten on tape.
“Mommy, what’s that?” he said, as he pointed to the boobage.
“What’s what?” I said.
“That!” he said, poking and pointing again and again.
“That’s just part of mommy’s body”, I said.
He started to giggle, still poking at me the whole time.
“I know what it is Mommy!!”
“It’s a treasure! A TREASURE!!” he screamed, followed by hysterical laughter.
Another boob man in the making.
I’m always thinking about little stories or funny little things that have happened along the way during my mommyhood. One of my favorite “flashbacks” involves my son. My 5 year old is quite the character, very observant and always funny. When he was younger, we had to watch every word we said, because he mimicked everything constantly. He had heard my older brother say the “F’ word once from another room when he was 2, and that’s all it took. He said it all day long, stringing it together like it was a song. I couldn’t take him to church for months, for fear of him blurting it out. I can’t even tell you how many people he shocked during that time, this little monkey swearing like a sailor. I thought it was pretty funny actually – my mother not so much. She was mortified.
Around the time he was almost 3, we were at home just hanging out. He was playing in the family room, while his daddy and I were in the kitchen, which is clearly visible to that room. He was building things with his legos and wearing his little man flannel pyjamas – seriously too adorable for words. Now although he was thoroughly engaged with his toys, he had and still has this uncanny ability to register everything that’s going on around him, regardless of what he’s doing. Meanwhile, my back was very tight that day, so I asked my husband to crack my back (no judgment people). He does this by holding me tight with my back facing his chest and then he jerks me into the air and presto, crackage occurs. Anyway, while we are getting ready to “crack my back”, I can see that the little guy is watching us to see what is going on. So, hubs cracked my back, and I believe I said “ouch” or “ow”, or something to that effect. Little man assumed that daddy hurt his mommy and was OUTRAGED. He came marching toward the kitchen in his adorably cute flannel little man pyjamas, arms pumping. He was a little man on a mission. He walks right past me, stands in front of his daddy, points his finger as aggressively as he can muster and says, “DADDY, YOU FWIG OFF, OK!”
Can I tell you that both my husband and I were so taken aback, that we just looked at each other and started laughing hysterically. Little man ran over to me and hugged me and said, “DON’T WOWWY MOMMY – I PROTECT YOU FOWEVER”. It was just one of those moments that I can never forget, because it was one of the first times that he showed a fierce need to protect his mommy, all while being funny and swearing just a little. Now that’s MY baby.