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The Lighter of the Dark Side

My 19-month-old is just plain lucky to have an 8-year-old brother. Big brother has lived through 8 whole birthdays and 8 whole Christmases, not to mention several years of earning prizes from a “big boy” point system that we created sometime during his preschool years…to keep him following directions and trying new foods and not doing annoying stuff that we didn’t want him to do. Anyway, back to my original point…as Jackson (big brother) has three sets of grandparents, both parents and stepparents, and all sorts of other relatives to buy him all the action heroes and Legos and play weapons that his heart has desired, little brother is living the good life when it comes to toys.

I mentioned several months ago that Jacob learned to walk while holding a lightsaber and that one of his first utterances was the “tzzt” that Spiderman makes. Well, his new favorite line is “dark side of the pillow”, which actually sounds more like “dok sawd uh duh peelow.” This requires some explaining.

One of Jacob’s beloved hand-me-down toys is a Star Wars helmet that has a sort of microphone, which makes your voice sound like a powerful ruler. As you can imagine, this has been all sorts of fun for each of the three boys in my household (husband included, and actually emphasized.) Each morning, when he (husband) goes to wake Jackson for school, he (husband) puts on the helmet, turns on the light in Jackson’s room, and says slowly in a sort of British accent using his deepest voice (which comes out even deeper with the mic distortion on the helmet), “There’s no match for the dark side of the pillow.” Then, he starts hitting Jackson (playfully, this is not child abuse, folks) with a pillow to wake him up.

Jacob has witnessed this scene so many mornings that he now calls all helmets “dok sawd uh duh peelow.” That line is adorable…right up there with his latest demand for independence: “I want ah bah mah sef” (I want all by myself), which he says when wrestling Mommy for the fork during meals or the toothbrush when brushing his teeth. Thank goodness for the cuteness factor or else these two moves would qualify for Mommy’s ever-growing collection of major annoyances that now include his new interests in climbing into drawers when we’re not looking and sticking anything that fits into the vents throughout the house. (Though he tried, neither the grapefruit nor the orange would fit.)

Just thought I’d share the latest…happy December!

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Oh…duh poo poo

I mentioned in my last post that my Jacob—who will be a whole year and a half in just two days!—has an ever-growing vocabulary. Since that post, he has learned and practiced a bunch of new words. “Pungo” (pumpkin) is the word of the season, and “butt” (peanut butter) is his very favorite new food. He witnessed his first “sun” (snow) as a speaking toddler this past Saturday and points to all the piles of “sun” as we go on walks to the park to “sfing” (swing). Thankfully, he finally is getting used to going to the “jeembee” (gym) and even asks for “moh jeembee” (more gym) some days when I get home from work.

Second only to “butt”, his other favorite food is “bock bocks” (chicken nuggets), which got their name from the sounds that Mommy and Daddy tell him chickens make both on Old MacDonald’s farm and on the Bus (with the wheels that go round and round) on car trips. (Yes, there are chickens on our bus.) Speaking of that bus, that now carries any passenger who makes a noise… when Jacob sees a dog,  he barks…in a way that I can only call “the evil puppy.” If he spots a cat, he meows politely first and then hisses loudly (thanks to realist Daddy who taught him that some dogs are mean…and that cats hiss and claw instead of meow when they fight…and that cows grunt instead of moo when jumping over the moon).

Only a couple weeks ago, Jacob first announced that he had gone #2 by saying “poo poo” just after his diaper was full and stinky. Since then, he has begun to say “oh…duh poo poo” (oh, the poo poo? I’m not completely sure) just before he goes, followed by “I want moh potty (more potty)”. Unfortunately, he hates sitting on either his mini-toddler potty or what we call “the big-boy potty” (the regular toilet). So, for now, his words are not doing him too much good…although they are a nice warning for us when he’s about to go.

Over the last couple weeks, Jacob’s word for cheese—“tzhit”—has morphed to “cheez-tzhit”, which is still quite similar to how he says Spiderman, and actually to how he refers to all superheroes that remind him of Spiderman, which is “men (pause) tzhit”. He even uses the web-release hand gesture when he says it! And, “tzhit” reminds me of “bzzzzt” (electrical outlets). This is a word/sound Daddy taught Jacob in attempt to scare him from sticking is fingers in sockets. Unfortunately, it only piqued his interest.

Just yesterday, I was surprised when I wiped Jacob’s nose, and he said “booguh” (again, this one must have come from his well-intentioned father.) Most recently, I think the cutest two things are how he: #1 adds “ee” to the ends of most words and #2 addresses Mommy and Daddy in his requests. I mean, who can resist “I want moh outsahdee (more outside), mama” or “I want moh milkee (more milk), daddy”? Precious, precious, precious.