October 3rd, 2008 - the day the redhead turned two. Also the day that the floodgates of his vocabulary opened. Mr. Baseball and I welcomed this flurry of new words with excitement. We "oohed" and "aahed" at his sweet little voice saying things like..."Mama, hug", "myrrh joof peas" (more juice please), and "tay too" (thank you). But nothing could have prepared me for how my heart would melt when he finally said, "I wuv you". I was butter in his sticky little palms. Pure butta.
Even with all the preciousness, there does happen to be a downside. That would be that he REPEATS EVERYTHING...about a million times...even when I acknowledge what he is saying. I try to respond to him quickly, and take care of his need or continue the conversation - and that usually works.
Last night, after we read the plethora of bedtime books and were rocking, the redhead spotted a block on the floor behind the rocker and stated his findings to me. "Mama, block!...block...block...
Something in me just snapped.
I don't know if it was the fruity pebbles I had for dinner talking back or just the demented curiosity of a mother pushed to the edge of the cliffs of insanity but...
I said nothing.
Instead, I decided to count how many times he would repeat "block" if I stayed silent.
Yeah, um...NINETEEN times.
Then he started again..."block".
Nineteen more times.
That's thirty-eight times the word "block" was proclaimed into my right ear within a two-minute time frame.
I think Guinness needs to be notified. Either that or I should call the doctor to make sure there isn't some lasting brain damage from all the head trauma he's suffered at my hands (that's for you Lula).
No matter.
I just know at 7:30 every night, its gonna be a silent night and all will be calm. 
Friday, December 12, 2008
silent night
Posted by Caroline at 12:00 AM
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No, seriously, if I've said it once I've said it a million times. If we'd just unleash the two year olds of the world on the terrorists....Need I say more?
I think he may even beat Jacob on that! I thought I was going to have a world less filled with words (mostly yelling and fighting is what I expected) because I was having boys....NOPE. Gonna call this morning!
I remember when Rebecca hit that point...unfortunately it has YET to get much better! Even at six she needs every.single.thing she says acknowledged in some way. Dennis says she's like me....umm, I plead the fifth:)
I have a fear that Ainsley will be a chatty Cathy too. If she's anything like me she will be!!!
Sorry you can't come to the party. I'll eat some cheesecake for you
I've heard mom so many times, I'm going to change my name and forget to send the memo to my kids.☺
We drive in the car... and both girls talk.. and I have my ipod on and can't hear them, and they don't notice.
I think my mom was glad when I finally moved out at 18 so they wouldn't have to hear me talk anymore. By then I was the only child at home and had them all to myself and I talked about ME all the time.
My dad, though, had to pull over on the side of the road after dropping me off at college so he could cry. Can we say "daddy's girl"?
There really is not happy balance. I have a daughter that I want to talk to but she just stares at me. So I guess enjoy it, he will stop but hopefully not all the way.
He is so cute!!!
Thanks for your comments on my awful post. If you suddenly get a plane ticket in the mail and I start calling you Guedo you will know why, we are greasing out 1st graders!!!
Oh yes, it won't get any better, dear friend, only worse. Hubby says to my kids almost on a daily basis "whatever you did to momma yesterday, don't do it again today..." My brain cells have left the building from all the repeating and barking. Trust me; prayer, huge sense of humor, bedtime and occasionally the happy bucket are what pull this momma through.
at least block is an acceptable word...my kids weren't that 'clean' !
He's saying block because he knows that eventually he's going to fall on a block. On his head. And he's pleading with you to take the appropriate precautions for this situation.
M'kay?
You know what they say--we spend the first two years of their lives begging and bribing them to walk and talk, and the rest of their lives trying to get them to sit down and shut up! Sad, but just a little too true. He is super cute!! Needs a sibling to talk to. Just sayin'.
We've been thru that phase...twice! Now I'm pretty good at turning it off and getting on with my life, but for a while, I was going crazy, too!
you're my new hero... you must have the patience of JOB.
I... DO not--- but, I know 4 boys that wish I did (5 if you count daddy-io)
You know, it could be worse. They say that GIRLS have way more words than boys and they have to get them out...so if Wesley was the little girl you thought he was at first, it would have been something like 80 times.
How I do love the silence that is 7:30. It's the best part of the day. Not that I don't love being with my children, but there is nothing like a quiet evening.
It only gets *better* from here---soon he'll be able to repeat entire strings of sentences (usually demands!) over and over and over :). Get your practice at not responding in right now! HA!
SO fun to catch up on your life now that my finals are over. Good job mixing a little The Firm and a little Krispy Kreem---everything in moderation, right ;)?!
I love reading what I have to look forward to in a year! At least it isn't in question form yet, I think that is next for you.
Personally, my redhead is stuck on the word "cat", only it generally sounds more like "cock", which makes for good times in public. Then people laugh, which makes her say it louder!
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