Toddler Words ~ Something Light for your Friday

Greetings Dear Reader,

After the very serious subject this week I need to breathe a little.  I will always deal with what I must to focus my walk with Christ.  Sometimes it is good to revel in the beauty, awe, and humor in the world.

One of the things that endears me to children is the way in which they talk.  They make up words, can be intriguingly honest, and observe things from a perspective we have forgotten.  There are words made up by my sons when growing up that we still use.  I hope this brings a smile to your face.

When Bezel, my youngest Son was three he was the king of new words.  Instead of Yesterday he would say “Lasterday”.  We still say this at times.  He uses it on me when I am tense because he knows it makes me smile.

My eldest, Maxim, used to say “Liddle” instead of Little.  He always moved his thumb and finger back and forth to illustrate his point.  When my Grandsons were born we found ourselves repeating this to them. 

My eldest Grandson called the number Seven, “Sedna” for a couple of years.  We all said it that way too.  We still do at times.  One of the other words he gave us was his version of Banana.  It was “Moonanna”, which I will likely use for life.  He has recently explained that a banana looks like the moon.  How can one disagree with that logic?

I am sure you have similar stories Dear Reader.  It is in this humor that I find one of the facets of the beauty of children.    I would be honored, Dear Reader if you would share some of your “toddler words” in the comments.

Wishing you joy in the journey,

Aramis Thorn

Mat 13:52 So Jesus said to them, "That is why every writer who has become a disciple of Christ’s rule of the universe is like a home owner. He liberally hands out new and old things from his great treasure store.”

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Second Thoughts - Blitzen

Happy Christmas Dear Reader,

The tale related below is true.  It occurred when Bezel was three.

The great day has finally arrived.  After weeks of rehearsal and constant questioning as to when the PROGRAM would be we were there.   My five-year-old and three-year-old sons arose at six in the morning so that they would be ready to leave at nine. 

I tried to explain to them that only mommy takes that long to get ready.  They refused to return to bed and insisted that it was time to get up.  Their energy level, exponentially multiplied by the energy they sap from us, was at its peak.  We had to redirect it or perish.

We coaxed them into watching some Lassie reruns while we dozed a little longer.   This particular Lassie episode had her bravely rescuing little forest creatures from the effects of a forest fire. 

All was fine until she ran into a couple of deer.  The youngest decided that one of these deer was Rudolph.  He began to yell "Rudolph, Rudolph, Rudolph" at a creature that had a nose that had no hope of glowing.  At this point he decided that he needed to name all the deer in Santa's troop. 

Being three he seems to have a knack for twisting things most curiously.  Try to return to sleep after a three-year-old innocently chimes, "Dasher, Dancer, Prancer, and Vixen, Comet, Cupid, Donner, and Stupid."  Perhaps he knows something about Blitzen we do not?

Wishing you joy in the journey,

Aramis Thorn

Mat 13:52 So Jesus said to them, "That is why every writer who has become a disciple of Christ’s rule of the universe is like a home owner. He liberally hands out new and old things from his great treasure store." 

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