A few months ago, Phoebe started calling the car a "wee wee" (go ahead and giggle, we did, too, at first). "Dat's mommy's wee wee!" "Dat's daddy's wee wee!" Just thankful we use the anatomically correct terms for our private parts or else we'd always be laughing.
Now, everything that moves on wheels is a wee wee: bike, train, wagon, etc. She can say the other words correctly, and has the receptive language for almost all of them, but always reverts back to wee wee for her expressive language.
Phoebe can say Zoey and says it all. the. time. But Kaia is affectionately referred to as Sissy. Again, she can say Kaia when we ask her to, but she never deviates from calling Kaia Sissy.
For months Phoebe has been asking where Daddy is all the freakin' live-long day. It was cute on day one. For maybe an hour. Five months and one million times later, it is quite irritating. And she has added anyone she can think of: Where's Daddy? Where's Zoey? Where's Sissy? Where's Jesus? Where's Elnor (Eleanor)? Where's Ruf Ruf (Ruthie)? And, my favorite, "Where's Mommy? when I am standing right in front of her.
We have this conversation about a thousand times a day:
P: Where's Daddy?
M: He's at work.
P: Daddy's in wee wee?
M: Yes, he went in the car.
P: And Daddy went ishide?
M: Yes, he went inside.
P: Oh. Where's Zoey... and, you see where this is going.
When Phoebe wants something from the kitchen she says, "Mommy, show me," because for months I have been asking her to show me what she wants when I cannot understand her.
Phoebe loves the LDS Children's song "I Love to See the Temple." About twelve times a day she says, "Sing temple again!" and we oblige. Just last week we heard her singing it to her baby doll and she knew every single word. Oh, cuteness.
book = read - "Dat's my read!"
food = eat - "Dat's my eat!"
treat = teat - "Dat's my teat!"
Oh, did I mention that everything belongs to Phoebe now? Everything.
This is a hard age. She cries and tantrums and always needs me. But, it is also the cutest age. It feels like she says or discovers something new every single day. We all love her to pieces.
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| Phoebe Christine December 2016 (Hey, that rhymes!) |
