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Something funny has happened. The toddler is enaging in the Shriek more than ever. But he’s realized that people hate it, that it is not nice for others’ ears. So he says “sah-wee” (sorry) afterwards, sometimes.
Well, until the last few days. Now he is saying sorry a LOT. And sometimes he seems to shriek just so he can say sorry. It’s a fun game, for him. Older son and I were chuckling about it on our way to day care the other day. We could chuckle only because, thankfully, when it’s the pretend-to-shriek-so-i-can-pretend-to-say-sorry, it’s marginally less piercing.
So yesterday morning, the boys were in the living room while I was in my bedroom, and I heard a shriek. I assumed that older son was not sharing or something like that, and we had the following exchange:
“Why is your brother screaming?!”
“Because he likes to say he’s sorry.”
I felt silly that I had shouted, myself.
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Tags: minions of Satan, older son, sweetness and light, The Shriek, toddler
This is a Shinu Ahbis.
It is very small but extremely powerful. Look at it. I know it looks like a Playmobil squirrel, but it is not. Actually it is a Shinu Ahbis, which is extremely powerful and can defeat anything. Yes, I know that is unusual, but you know what I heard? Did you hear about the wolverine? It is small but extremely powerful. It gets its power from its teeth and claws and muscles.
The Shinu Ahbis, it gets its power from…its bones. And the power shoots out and then it goes very fast and…crash its teeth crash right into its prey. See this, watch. Did you see how it got that crocodile? It moves very fast.
(We have not yet discussed who would win in a fight between a Shinu Ahbis and a Kai Wolf or Kai Velociraptor. Let alone a roadrunner croc.)
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Mom, do I look like a teenager in this shirt?
Um. Yes, you do. How did you know?
Oh, it’s a big flappy shirt like teenagers wear.
(Actually, it’s a hooded sweatshirt, unzipped, with no t-shirt underneath, so I hope he doesn’t look like that when he’s a teenager.)
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Tags: older son
To my dismay, the toddler does not like Stevie Wonder. I have tried a few times. I’m going to keep trying.
But he really grooves on A Tribe Called Quest. Today he really liked Lyrics to Go. Which is a nice song. And while listening to it quietly, I discovered that in addition to “more” and “want,” the baby-sign for more can mean “turn up the volume, mom!” Wish you could see his head bobbing.
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Tags: language, music, sign language, toddler, weird names
Scary Ghandi
Another hilarious story from Rebecca:
The other night her daughter woke up screaming—terrified. Rebecca ran into her room, and she said she had a bad dream. “Ghandi is chasing me.” Then she fell asleep.
Rebecca wasn’t sure she had heard her daughter right, but the next morning she again said that she had a bad dream about Ghandi.
Rebecca: Ghandi?
Daughter: Mo-hat-ma Ghan-di. We learned about him in tae kwon do. He was a Chinese man who is dead who liked peace.
Rebecca: Ghandi was from India, not China. He wasn’t scary. He was a very peaceful man. He was a hero.
Daughter: I saw a picture of him on the wall. He looked scary. Plus, he’s dead now, so it was scary that he was chasing me.
Well, it’s hard to argue with that logic, especially given this picture Rebecca found:
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Tags: peace, religion, tae kwan do, unhappiness, violence
More?
If you have a baby these days and you’re at all hip you probably know a little bit about baby signs. My baby, like other babies I’ve known (including older son), mostly uses the “more” sign, which is made by putting the tips of your hands together, as this cutie demonstrates on youtube. Actually, that’s the only sign he uses, unless hitting counts as a sign for “no.”
But the funny thing is that “more” doesn’t mean just “more,” it means, “I want that.” I guess it means “want” or something like that.
Also, he’s modified the sign a little, he puts his finger tips into his open palm. But we still know what he means.
My cutest “more” sign story, so far, is when older brother used that sign to ask for more tickles during a tickle attack when he was a toddler. The new toddler hasn’t done that yet.
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Tags: language, sign language, sweetness and light, weird names
Son: Come here!
Mom: Just a sec, I’m trying on these shirts I got at the reduce-reuse-recycle store.
Son: Okay.
Mom: What do you think? (sporting long-sleeved black shirt with some sparkles)
Son: (groan) I hate it.
Mom: Well it would be good for going out dancing or something, don’t you think?
Son: Oh, yeah, yeah. (pause) But Mom, our life doesn’t have parts like that!
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Tags: older son, sweetness and light
A story from my friend Alison about her adorable daughter.
Daughter: Hey younger brother… wait, mom, what day is it today?
Alison: Martin Luther King, Jr., day.
Daughter: Oh yeah. Happy Martin Luther King, Jr. day! The leprechaun didn’t come.
Alison: Sweetie, that’s St. Patrick’s Day.
Daughter: Oh. When is that?
Alison: March, I think.
Daughter: Never mind, younger brother.
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Tags: sweetness and light
The Shriek, revisited.
Actually, more like the shrieking, it’s a phenomenon and never just a single shriek. It is really, really loud and almost unbearable. Your ears hurt. Morning car rides are a common venue for the shrieking, I think because the toddler hates to be trapped in his car seat. Older son and I try to explain calmly that it is for his safety, that we’re almost to our destination. Nothing really helps once the shrieking has started.
Today older son sweetly tried singing, which did help briefly. Then, when the shriek began again, he sighed and said, “Poor baby, I wish I could just pour love all over him and then he would always feel happy.”
Me too.
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Tags: older son, sweetness and light, The Shriek, toddler
Son: Mom! When we move to a new place, let’s get one with a fireplace.
Me: Oh, yes, I love fireplaces, that would be so nice.
Son: I know!
Me: Like at Bapa’s house, we’d be so warm and cozy. Just think.
Son: Yes. And I can burn things.
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Tags: fire, minions of Satan
