M.D. said his first "phrase" this weekend. I heard it over a handful of times. Not only was it epic (first phrase at 12 months?!) but it was also hilarious...because of what it was.
Let me set the stage...
M.D. is getting VERY independent. He likes to do things on his own.
He also likes having things done for him, but mostly he'd rather do it himself.
Examples:
Eating...no food on a spoon...he must be fed things that he can pick up and feed to himself.
Reading...he will sit for books being read to him only at night (when he's tired), but mostly he likes to take them into the corner and "read" them to himself. Otherwise, if I feel the need to read to him because I think he needs the best chance at becoming the next Einstein, I just read the book outloud to him while he ignores me and crawls around the house talking to himself.
If he can do it himself, he will.
No help please.
That should have been his first phrase.
It would have been a more polite version of what I got.
So, here's the situation.
I'm trying to prepare M.D.'s lunch.
I go into the fridge to figure out what options we had.
The fridge is a trigger for M.D.
He knows the sounds of the fridge being opened and can hear it from across the house.
He also can do this with the dishwasher being opened.
Neither are (usually) opened unless he is asleep, or in his highchair...because otherwise it's melt-down city when they are closed.
So, I'm opening the fridge.
His Pavlovian reflex goes off, and BOOM! he's immediately at the fridge half crawling into it to see all of the fun breakable jars of messy items he wants to drop and destroy.
As he's halfway climbed up one of the shelves, I calmly say, "No thank you, M. I've got it."
Without even missing a beat (or turning away from his task at hand)...he says it,
"I got it!"
Clear as day.
"I got it!"
And once he'd done it once...that became our day.
Playing with a toy that he shouldn't, "Okay M.D. Mama's got it now"
"I GOT IT!"
Yeah...great!!!
The good news is...I don't think he understands in the least what it means.
Which is good, because that's one step away from "No" and I am NOT ready to go there yet.
The bad news is...the kid is officially now a freaking parrot.
EVERYTHING we say, he at least TRIES to say back to us.
Sometimes it's just the syllables that match:
"Mason are you stuck?"
"DUCK!"
--I realize this seems like a weird example, but you have no idea how many times that phrase is used in our house. I'm guessing you understand if you also have a 1-
Sometimes it's the whole word:
"Mason do you want a banana?"
"NANA!"
SO, the moral of the story is...Mama can't say "The goddamn dogs shit in the house again!?" Because...well...you know...
Let me set the stage...
M.D. is getting VERY independent. He likes to do things on his own.
He also likes having things done for him, but mostly he'd rather do it himself.
Examples:
Eating...no food on a spoon...he must be fed things that he can pick up and feed to himself.
Reading...he will sit for books being read to him only at night (when he's tired), but mostly he likes to take them into the corner and "read" them to himself. Otherwise, if I feel the need to read to him because I think he needs the best chance at becoming the next Einstein, I just read the book outloud to him while he ignores me and crawls around the house talking to himself.
If he can do it himself, he will.
No help please.
That should have been his first phrase.
It would have been a more polite version of what I got.
So, here's the situation.
I'm trying to prepare M.D.'s lunch.
I go into the fridge to figure out what options we had.
The fridge is a trigger for M.D.
He knows the sounds of the fridge being opened and can hear it from across the house.
He also can do this with the dishwasher being opened.
Neither are (usually) opened unless he is asleep, or in his highchair...because otherwise it's melt-down city when they are closed.
So, I'm opening the fridge.
His Pavlovian reflex goes off, and BOOM! he's immediately at the fridge half crawling into it to see all of the fun breakable jars of messy items he wants to drop and destroy.
As he's halfway climbed up one of the shelves, I calmly say, "No thank you, M. I've got it."
Without even missing a beat (or turning away from his task at hand)...he says it,
"I got it!"
Clear as day.
"I got it!"
And once he'd done it once...that became our day.
Playing with a toy that he shouldn't, "Okay M.D. Mama's got it now"
"I GOT IT!"
Yeah...great!!!
The good news is...I don't think he understands in the least what it means.
Which is good, because that's one step away from "No" and I am NOT ready to go there yet.
The bad news is...the kid is officially now a freaking parrot.
EVERYTHING we say, he at least TRIES to say back to us.
Sometimes it's just the syllables that match:
"Mason are you stuck?"
"DUCK!"
--I realize this seems like a weird example, but you have no idea how many times that phrase is used in our house. I'm guessing you understand if you also have a 1-
Sometimes it's the whole word:
"Mason do you want a banana?"
"NANA!"
SO, the moral of the story is...Mama can't say "The goddamn dogs shit in the house again!?" Because...well...you know...