nephew speak

One of the things I really enjoyed about my trip was spending time with my nephew and getting to hear him talk.  He’s been a pretty reserved and quiet baby in terms of his vocabulary so far in life, but things had changed quite drastically since I last saw him at Christmas.  Here are some of his charming and cute words that I just don’t want to forget:

Purpo.  Which means purple.  He loved pointing out anything that was purple and we always gave him the purple plate at dinner because it just made him so happy.

Turto.  Which means turtle.  He got a little beany baby type turtle at the General Store in Cooke City and loved to point it out and talk about it with whoever was around.

Tee.  Which means tease.  He got such a kick out of teasing us, especially my mom, his Granny.  He thought he was soooo funny and would laugh and say “Tee!  Tee!”.

Baby.  Which (surprise, surprise) means baby.  He loves to refer to himself as the baby but also likes to point out babies in his food (small fries, etc.), books, and out in nature.  Some of my brother’s friends came for a weekend while we were there and they have a 4 month old little girl.  Anytime she was in the room, my nephew had to say, “Baby, baby, baby” over and over until we ALL acknowledged that yes, there was a baby in the room.

Boo Daddy.  Which means Granddaddy.  That’s what my dad is called.  Apparently he has been able to say Granddaddy quite clearly in the past, but Boo Daddy was his phrasing choice on this trip.  And everyone except for Granddaddy just loved it, so we encouraged it to continue.

Dry.  Which means Momma.  The thing is he can say Momma and knows who his Mom is, but he likes to call her Dry instead.  We think it might stem from getting a dry diaper.  Which you know, that’s flattering, isn’t it?  I think he really just does it because he thinks he is being clever and funny.

Buh Bye Bye.  Which means bye or going bye bye or say bye bye.  He said it a lot and it always had the three “b’s” in it, but could be said in different tones to mean different things.  By the end of the trip the rest of the family was saying it too, it was so stuck in our heads.

Vroom.  Which means car or truck or any type of motor vehicle really.  He is OBSESSED with anything that has an engine and needs to point out every one he sees.  He could also point out RVs but said it more like a-eee.

Bulldo.  Which means Bulldozer.  We saw quite a few of these as there was road construction going on in the areas near our cabin.  And he would get so excited to see anything that even sort of resembled one.

Taity.  Which means Caity.  And just melts my heart.  Even when he was annoyed with me and came and pushed on my chest with one hand and said “Taity” with disdain.

Besides his sweet vocab (which also included bow-wow for dog and he he for horse), he had the most brilliant laugh.  It actually sounds a lot like fake laughter, but it is truly genuine coming from him.  He laughs loud and clear, “Ha Ha Ha!” with a look of pure glee on his face.  Sometimes I felt like he was laughing so much that I was watching the comedic stylings of Z.

I wanted to write this down here so that I wouldn’t forget about all of these sweet sayings.  On the trip I said something to my mom about wanting to always remember his laugh at this moment in time and she pointed out that we will forget.  Which in the grand scheme of things is probably true and that makes me a bit sad.  So I’m writing it here in hopes that I will preserve this memory just a bit.

babies, babies, babies

The babies are taking over!  On Monday, two of my friends had their first baby and then today (actually about an hour and a half ago) another set of friends had their second (and the older sister is one of my all time faves).  Monday’s baby was a girl (who is beautiful and not weird and squishy headed like most newborns) and today’s was a boy (I have yet to see a picture, but I’ll let that slide since he’s only be out and about for such a short time).  I love that I’m at an age where many of my friends are starting to have kids and that they are all so generous about letting their community of friends in on seeing them grow up.

I’m a baby lover all the way.  I’m not so crazy about crying and fussing and that side of things, but hand me a sweet baby who just wants to be cuddled and they can have me for the rest of their life.  My mom always says she prefers babies once they are closer to a year old because they are much more interesting and interactive.  In fact, she calls younger babies “blobs”.  Which that’s not exactly the nicest thing to say about someone’s brand new baby, now is it?  I’m thinking it might just be the couch potato in me, but I don’t need strong interaction.  I’m perfectly content to just sit and hold them and fawn over the fact that they are alive and finally out in the world.

And in other July baby news, I had a friend who had her baby on the 4th of July this year.  Which, yay, your birthday is on a holiday where it will always seem like the fireworks are celebrating you, but that’s not really the exciting news in this situation.  The exciting part is that the baby was not due until the 22nd and that the labor went so quickly my friend had to give birth at home on the bathroom floor.  Thankfully she and her mom are both OB nurses, so her mom was able to deliver the baby with no problems.  I haven’t heard all of the gory details yet, but I can’t imagine that is really an experience my friend would like to repeat.  Oh, and I didn’t tell this story to my other friend who just had her first baby on Monday until after she had delivered her little girl.  Figured she didn’t really need to have that scenario running through her head while she was waiting to go into labor.  I’m nice like that.