Thursday, May 27, 2010

Translation Please

Kian turned 3 on Tuesday. As he talked to everyone who called to wish him well, I thought about how verbose he has become. He told everyone exactly what he got for his birthday, what everyone in the house was doing, and all of his random musings in a nonstop stream of consciousness. Just one year ago we were sitting in the doctor's office when she asked, does he know 50 words, go home tonight and count, if you can't come up with 50 call me in the morning. We were had pressed to come up with 50 and could only get there if we included animal noises and uh-oh!

Of course as Kian talks on the phone we still get a lot of requests for translations. As our friend Matt said the other day, Kian comes up with his own contractions. Some examples... When his teacher asked what he got for his birthday in the morning he proudly told her that mommy let him put sprinkles on the "upcakes" (upcakes = cupcakes, we opened the real presents that night). Just a couple days before he told us he couldn't find his "hookers", where his "hookers" under the table, where the "hookers" behind the chair, he really needed those "hookers" (hooker = later determined to be the train cars that hook together.) When I picked him up at school after a couple of days in PA, Kian used my guilt at being away to request special treats. I wanna go "Walmart" (Walmart = McDonald's though he has never actually been to the McDonald in the Walmart and clearly thinks Walmart is the stand alone McDonald's with the play structure). I wanna get "lunch" (lunch = all meals and/or snack). I wanna go Chick-a-lay (Chick-a-lay = Chic-fil-a though he doesn't actually like Chic-fil-a nuggets so this may also mean McDonald's). I wanna get "CD" (CD = DVD). I wanna get Chippendale's (Chippendale's = Alvin & the Chipmunks, most likely confused with Disney's Chip and Dale). I can't tell you how many months it took me to realize that he always said b*%&$ when driving over the bridge. I just didn't want to ask for clarification and encourage the word.

Next year this time I won't have these cute little words to listen to everyday. As much as I know we should help him with his language a small part of me wants to hold on to my little boy.

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