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Kidspeak

The Da Vinci Code

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Words fail to describe how awesome my coiffure is

I have no idea how it happened, but in the past week, my boy has morphed into a non-stop talking machine. Ok, the only recognizable word so far is mama (which he calls with such emotion), and the rest of it is like a bunch of gibberish. But I’m actually convinced it’s actually a language. with actual syllables and words that mean something.

Listening to babies talk, you’d be tempted to just dismiss it as nonsense, or random sounds that they make for fun. But I’ve been observing him for days now, and there’s so much feeling going into his conversations that I’m pretty sure he’s trying to say something. So I’ve been trying to have extended conversations with him, trying to decipher the code.

Tru: Mama, dapaeljfes kenify juaper sakejr.

Me: Not right now, honey. You’ve got to finish your porridge first.

Tru: Dadyear tatare feislr klake.

Me: But we’re going to the library tomorrow. Today we’ll do something else ok, maybe we can go the park for a walk later.

Tru: Fasfer taerje glear leraes! Jaelr eeleares arj! issejiear sakme uwahrae!

Me: I thought you liked going to the park. We can play with all the kids and chill out…

Tru: DAJEAREASJRAIESTOIATSDGAJGAJKETIOA!!!!! ESTJLDGFGAKJSTILESAJLKDGLKADJFLKSDJF!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Me: Ok, ok, calm down. We’ll go to the library today instead. Sheesh!

And this goes on for quite a while, as his voice gets louder and increasingly worked up. He’s even got accompanying hand gestures to emphasize his points from time to time. And he’ll look at you with this intense gaze, as if he’s pouring out his heart to you in that one conversation. It totally cracks me up.

I’ve also been trying to teach him real English words, but he probably thinks it’s too lame to learn 1 word at a time and he prefers going on his soliloquies.

I suspect he’s trying to teach me his language instead, cos that’s so much cooler than speaking English.

seriously somewhat serious

A Tribute… of sorts

Thanks for all the times you would have been there for him,

For all the times you’d hold his hand,

For all the wonderful stories you’d tell,

For all trips to the zoo and the park,

For all the toys you’d have lavished on him,

For all the times you’d scoop him up if he was tired,

For all the kisses and hugs,

For all the tickles and giggles,

For all the mischief you’d encourage,

For all the times he’d sit on your lap just to be held,

For the beaming grin he’d reserve just for you,

For the look of pride in your eyes every time you’re with him…

I’m sorry you never got the chance to meet. I know he would have loved to spend time with you. One day, I’ll sit him down and tell him all about the amazing Grandpa you would have been, and his eyes will open in wonder.

We miss you.