Saturday, December 6th, 2014
WPD is not yet 3 and a half. He talks up a storm and some of it is HILARIOUS. Some of it is funny on purpose – his understanding of a “joke” is developing! Mainly, it’s unintentionally cute as hell. I’m listing some here, before he stops saying these cute things, so I don’t ever forget them. Not EBER!
He still says airfly but now knows how to say airplane.
Momo is still motorcycle. There is also bikecycle.
Not to be confused with popickles.
He doesn’t say ice kees anymore – sadly, he says ice crem.
He no longer calls me Mama or Mommy or RD Dada or Daddy. We are Mom and Dat.
He says PWEESE really well. It is heart-melting. He knows this.
You in big twuble. BIG TWUBLE!! – when mad.
I no like!
That no fair!
Why you do that?
Where you are?
No do that to Wyatt!
No do that EBER. Not eber EBER!! (Complete with frown.)
Rub my tummy, Mom.
Pix it, Dat. Pix it. Pweese. (Fix it, Dad. Please.)
There’s a car right behint us! Go faster, Mom, go faster! Pass the car, Mom!!
Red means stop, Mom. MOM. STOPPPPPPPPPPPPP!!!
Mom, get weady. (Hurrying me to get ready to do something.)
(Yawning) I so tired. (He says tired with a Texas accent. Like, taherd, or tahrd?)
Ay, yai, yai, doggies!
Yo soy muy guapo.
Colores in Spanish.
Turn weft, Mom. Turn weft…..Mom, turn wight!
This is taking foreber.
Where’s Dat go? (Where did Dad go?)
Mehwee and BabETTE. (Melly and Babette.)
Rampaw and Gramma. (Grandpa and Grandma.)
Can tell the story of the big, bat, wuf and the free wittle peegies.
When asked how old he is in Spanish, he replies TRES BANOS!
Thas tewibull!! (That’s terrible!)
I swipped. (I slipped.)
I wuv-eww, Mom. (MY FAVORITE!!) Yes, he says he wuvs Dat, too!