Sep 04
Everyone,
Professor hit Pirate over the head with a bird flashlight today. They had been fighting over it and Professor didn’t want to give it up once he got it. Screaming ensued.
Professor got put in time out. And Pirate was sitting in Daddy’s getting consoled by Daddy and Sister. Sister was rubbing his back and crooned:
“Don’t cry Pirate. I love you more than Professor and Mommy ever could.”
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Not only do I have to figure out toddler-ease that these two boys are speaking to me and each other (they always understand each other…I get it on maybe the 3rd try), but now I have to figure out what the myriad of animal sounds they make mean. Because yes, they each mean something different!
Meow: I’m hungry or I want that.
Ruff: Yes! or I’m hungry or I’m playing a puppy.
Ba-aa: I’m happy or This tastes good or I love you.
Moooo: I want more. (This one I do kind of understand…probably because they are the same beginning sounds?)
Neigh: Haven’t figured this one out yet.
Rawr: Not sure about this one either.
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Every time Professor roars at me he pauses, says very seriously, “I dragon.”
“Are you a dragon buddy?”
“Yeah, I dragon. I fire. I read book.” And then he runs off (as only little kids can run) and grabs a book. He then sits down and roars while he turns the pages. It’s hysterical.
Why does he do this? We have a picture that Juice has had since high school hanging in our stairwell. It’s a dragon reading a in a huge stack of books. Professor always points it out every time we pass it (which is often) and now he’s convinced that’s what dragons do. Well, besides breathing fire.
Somehow I don’t have the heart to tell him that books and fire don’t mix!
Safire
Safireall 3 kids, Butterfly Sayings, Pirate talks, Professor talks kids
Jan 14
Everyone,
Last week while we were in Utah, my nephew Cappy spent a lot of time with us. Cappy is only a few weeks older than my boys. 
He was a ham with his faces he does on command and his little voice pipping around the house. He also gave me a few heart attacks by sliding down the stairs. His hands would slam on each step as he came down. It sounded like someone was falling down the stairs every time. My boys have long since given up sliding down the stairs backwards so it’s not a sound I’m used to hearing.
One thing that I noticed while we were there was a sudden blossoming of Pirate and his words. It seemed like he only needed to be around Cappy for about 2 days and then he suddenly started chatting away. He’s my boy that doesn’t really talk much. At all. But now he says a ton of things!
Mommy (this was something they both learned from Cappy and it’s so cute!)
dog
apple
Nana
Grandpa
Daddy
This list may be small, but it’s big for him. Also, he now has a constant stream of babble while he does stuff. It’s very cute.
So thanks Cappy! Peer pressure is awesome!
Safire
SafireCappy, cousins, Pirate talks
Dec 01
Everyone,
So how did everyone like my 30 days of posting? Do remember that I challenged myself to write every day of December too so you won’t stop hearing from me yet!
Juice is in Chicago this week for his annual trip for some trade show. I get to get take out for a week while he’s gone. Tonight was Mexican food. Yum! Of course, I seemed to be the only one that ate it…the boys and Butterfly only ate apple sauce and then threw the rest around the kitchen. Not my idea of fun!
I ran about 10 errands today. Some early in the morning after I dropped Juice off at the train station. Some during Butterfly’s dance class. Some even after! It just seemed like I had a ton of little tiny things to do. Things that would have been easier without 3 little tag-a-longs. But we made it work. With a lot of bribing. My kids LOVE chocolate. I can get them to do anything with a promise of that stuff. Professor even knows how to say it.
Speaking of Professor, he is my little talker! He says several things now.
Shoes
Cracker
Mama
Chocolate
What’s that?
Noodles
Socks
Snowman
Tree
Lights
Pretty
Dog
Woof
Kitty
Meow
Roar
oh no!
No
Block
Baby
Pirate, on the other hand, is still stuck with “uh-oh”. He does now say, “uh-uh” when he wants to say no. But other than the few times he’s said Daddy, nothing else. I think we always knew at first that Professor would be the talker and Pirate the thinker. For a long time I wondered if I had named them correctly. I wonder if other mothers of twins worry about that. Sometimes I think of how their lives might be different with different names. I don’t regret the names they got, it’s just something I think about.
Safire
SafireJuice's Travel, NaBloPoMo, names, Pirate talks, Professor talks
