More of London's words

AARRRGGGHHH!!!

Sorry I haven't gotten any of the Christmas pictures posted. I am neck deep in the dissertation, and it's not going to get any better for about two months.

Still, I figured I owed you an explanation. And as long as I'm here, London has been saying the coolest stuff lately.

a-nom-us tractor

Mom (my mom) and I took London on a walk one afternoon at Christmas time. London was totally fascinated with Dad's tractor lawnmower. He wanted to go sit on it every afternoon. Mom and I were trying to head him to the road and he kept saying, "Tractor, tractor." I kept saying, "I promise we'll go see the tractor when we get back." Eventually he came with us, but he kept saying, "A-nom-us tractor. A-nom-us tractor." It took us a while, but we figured out that "a-nom-us tractor" was his best shot at "I promise tractor".

Gamma yock

On the same walk. "Gamma yock" is "Grandma rock". It means, roughly, "I found this rock for you, Grandma. Please take it."

Pace-farter

This one started up over Christmas and it's still going strong. "Pace-farter" is London's best attempt at "pacifier".

I yike. Froot.

Two things about London's speech. He speaks most naturally in two syllable chunks. So longer speeches have distinct pauses, which I'm translating here as full stops. Also, he has trouble with Ls and Rs. Hence e-yock-et (rocket), yock (rock), and yike (like). And of course Yundin (London).

Yook! Car cominin'!

"Yook!" We hear that a lot. London tends to double the -ing at the end of words. "Car cominin'." "I payinin'."

Daddy! Pay tains!

Daddy! Play trains! In London's defense, he mostly says this when I'm not playing trains. Although sometimes I am on the floor, at the train track, with a train in my hand, and he thinks I'm just not playing hard enough. What a taskmaster!

I. Farrr-ted.

Don't know who taught him this one. Possibly his cousins. All we know is that one day he started saying, "I. Farrr-ted." Or, "Daddy. Farrr-ted." Or even (don't tell her I said this), "Momma. Farrr-ted."

Bye-bye. Moon.

We go for walks every day. Either a short walk around the block when he gets home from daycare, or a walk to the park on the weekends. Whenever we walk away from anything, London says bye-bye. Doesn't matter if it's a person, an animal, a tree, or what. He's mad for airplanes, and when they get far enough across the sky that they're about to go out of sight, he says, "Bye-bye. Airpane." The best thing is when the moon is out in the day. London will point and shout, "Moon!" We'll look at the moon for a minute. Then he'll say, "Bye-bye. Moon," and we'll keep walking. I guess he expects the moon to go away, like everything else does when you walk away from it. But then half a block later..."Moon!"

No. Dadda. Yundin.

The other night we were driving to the grocery store and London kept saying, "No. Dadda. Yundin." Which struck us as odd, because he's quite the daddy's boy and he has always called me "Daddy", not "Dadda" (when he first started it was Dad-Deeee!!). The next day we got the full story. One of the girls at his daycare had been playing house and kept calling London "Dadda". London didn't like it, and eventually he told her firmly, "No. Dadda. Yundin!"

Strawbabies

The other night Vicki cut up some strawbabies for desert. This is just about the cutest thing ever.

Back-belly

What London calls his back.

Milk juice

Anything that you drink out of a sippy cup is come kind of juice. Currently, there are three kinds: milk juice, water juice, and juice juice. "Juice" was his first word, back in the day.

I yuv you. No much.

"I love you so much." Hard to hear without getting tears in your eyes.