I am ALL over the place. Literally., I WERE HOMESCHOOLED, The Little People Are Trying to Kill Me 
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As I’ve already mentioned this week, I can’t talk. Or was that last week? My whole life is a blur after all the…
But what I haven’t mentioned is that lately Siegfried and his best frenemy Simon are REALLY starting to communicate well constantly. To us and to each other. And their verbal skills are really really really funny bad. We went swimming the other day and they were all…
Both of them with their crazy speech “glitches”!
I have 3 younger brothers so I’m used to little boys and their butchered consonants, but these two really are cray.
..and then there’s Boy…..
But its not just the speech impediments that are surfacing. The atrocious grammar makes a daily appearance.
He does this every single day. And every single time, I rain on his Fun parade by saying…
It never sinks in.
And then on top of all that we have the regular, everyday weird-words.
And day-in and day-out I sit at home with the horrific grammarians and then every once in a while I go to Sonic and make a giant boob of myself.
Otherwise, I don’t get to make new friends anymore.
I simply fail to impress.
But I have Cathy Lynn.
And Phone-A-Friend can always be counted on to butcher a saying or two.
Who knew that having babies in my mid-thirties would wipe my brain of all intelligence? I wonder if that grows back……
Try having a baby in your forties! My brain is total mush. And getting up off the floor is so hard! LOL
It would kill me!
Our little guy wakes up from his nap, barely opens his eyes and says in his sleepy little voice, “Silly Putty is too heavy for Batman.” Of course everything is pronounced perfectly and THAT’S what counts.
Exactly. It’s the mispronounced gibberish that makes a person sound crazy.
I don’t think children actually make sense until they’re in their teens. And then they’re so obnoxious that you wish they wouldn’t talk to you.
(I really do love my kids, I swear.)
Oh that’s hilarious. So fun to picture my boys as teenagers. (and when they’re teenagers I’ll be desperately trying to picture them as babies)
HA! I for sure laughed out loud throughout that entire blog
It’s because you’ve seen it in action!
I hope it comes back; I’m 8 1/2 years into this whole parenting gig. This week has been resplendent with “idiot in public” episodes. And as for my short term memory, it’s – oh hey, did you put up a new blog post? I’ll go check it out.
Yeah but you were blessed with a big, fat, extra dosage of brains. They’ll never erase all of it.
Can we not correct their speech and grammar yet, its too precious? Besides, it does keep our brains challenged trying to interpret what they are saying.
I know! It’s one of my top 5 favorite things about them!
I’m an over-40 mama and speaking coherently is only one of my daily challenges. My brain was perfectly fine with ‘wild cakes’ for a few seconds there…
I’m an over-40 mama and speaking coherently is only one of my daily challenges. My brain was perfectly fine with ‘wild cakes’ for a few seconds there…
That’s funny! Yeah it always takes me a minute too.
Hee! We have a nephew that’s six, and he butchers everything too. I leave the correcting to his momma, for me it’s highly entertaining:)
It really is. Still trying to decide how long I can let it go.
Hahahhaha just blame every brain fart from now until forever on your kids.
Well I used to blame it all on other peoples kids so it’s not too much of a stretch.
I love the Age of Pronoun Problems. It makes living at home like living in a house of mirrors. No one knows who or where anyone is.
“Look at you, Daddy!”
“Why? What am I doing?”
“Daddy, Mommy he said we should look at you and me! We!!!”
“Uhhh, yeah.”
Oh that is hilarious. At some point you don’t even try to understand.
I ADORE Izzy’s grammar specialties. I repeat them to myself (although usually out-loud) all the time. The other day she was getting on to the dog and saying “No you dare, Faye…..no you dare.” Or when we play Castle Crashers on the xbox and she says “Someone please survive (revive) me”. That stuff makes me smile down to my heart.
That is so ridiculously cute. I can’t believe you have daughters! That is so fantastic! You were made to have daughters!
I love your children. Gabe can’t say the M in Museum and so he says Luseum – despite having been corrected 90 hundred millionty times. He also says Lew Zealand for New Zealand (we’ve been a couple of times) – despite the fact that he can say New. He also cannot say “th” – i think its a hard one for kids. I say “poke your tongue out between your teeth and go “ttttthhhhhhhhh” – he does that “and now say “tttthhhhh-anks!”. He diligently says “ttttthhhhh – Sanks”. Sanks. Somepink, Zis. I figure it will all come together at some other point in time. The post was great. Sanks.
Somepink! That one kills me. So cute. And the thhhhhhh sanks. That cuteness right there is why we keep them….
My daughter spoke unintelligible gibberish until she was almost 7. Now, as a teenager, she is a grammar and spelling Nazi. She corrects everyone on the proper way to speak.
I don’t know which was more frustrating.
We could use someone like her around here…..
I’m afraid that being surrounded by horrific grammarians is contagious. I wish you much luck in preserving the English language and faculty of reason.
God speed, my girl.
Haha! My mom is the one most likely so say something like the “wild cakes” comment. She comes up with some amazing ones. I should really write them down. And to top it off, she uses them consistently.