Anyhoo, I thought I would jot some things down here because my fingers type faster than they write, and I can print a copy for their journals when I'm done.
JIB-JAB
Nana and Pa's friends in Ohio made a Jib-Jab disco video using pictures of Nana and Pa's faces (Nana and Pa Disco). The kids go bonkers when I play it for them. G laughs like a crazy person. The other night, both kids kept waving at the screen, as if Nana and Pa would wave back. N said, "Nana can't dance like that. She's too old." When I told Nana, she got a major kick outta that.
EXPLOSIVE VOCABULARY
Every day G says new phrases, which can be hilarious. Last night driving home from Papaw's we were looking at the Christmas lights. At one point, G didn't see any houses with them and he said, "Lights, wey are you? Wey could dey be?"
I know I've mentioned this, but that boy lurvs Target, or as he calls it, "Taryet."
This week, G has been telling me what he is doing as he is doing it. For example, he has been telling me when he is going poo-poo. When he is crying, he says, "I kai-yin."
When you ask him what Santa says he replies, "Ho, ho, Mehyee Kissmas to all."
The other night he was doing "This Little Piggy" on his own feet. Four of the toes stayed at home, and the last one went "wee, wee, wee." None of them went to market or had roast beef.
LEARNING A WHOLE NEW LANGUAGE
N has been picking up all sorts of new and colorful words from kids at school. No curse words, but some DEFINITE attitude. It is truly a lovely stage. Snort.
In addition to the Papa Rocksy song (Lady Gaga's Paparazzi), she does this little ditty:
"Boom chicka mow mow. That's what my baby says." Not having cable, I thought these were dirty porn lyrics, but they are from the show Phineas and Ferb, so G-rated, I reckon.
Oh yeah, and M is trying to coo.
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