Really?

Faelan now informs me "It's hard for me to nurse" when we're in an awkward position.

In his sleep this morning, he said "Yep. Yep, it's cold. I need cold. It's cold."

If we say "Baa, baa, black sheep, have you any wool?" He says "Yes sir, yes sir, sir sir sir." He can go right to the end of that one in a similar manner. "One for aster, one for for for, one for boy live down lane." I think he's trying so hard to say it fast and in the right rhythm that he can't get all the right words in. He also likes to recite "Georgy Porgy," which is emotionally rich for him, and a somewhat scrambled section from Hand, Hand, Fingers, Thumb: "Good bye Jack. Goodbye Jake. Dum ditty Dum ditty Whack! Whack! Whack!"

We have a book of animal fables from the library out right now. Last night Faelan said "Let's read about stork," so we read The Fox and the Stork. Then it was "let's read about fox," so we read The Fox and the Crow. Then "let's read town mouse country mouse," so that's what we read.

More talky talky

Poking at my cheek with his finger: "Poky cheeky! Poky cheeky!"

"I want to sit in your lap. Lappy dappy."

"My food not is too hot. That onion not is pretty hot. That other onion not is pretty hot."

My word!

These are examples from the top of my head:

"No, don't, Daddy! Don't pick me up! "Don't take me away!" (Usually from me, when I need to do something vital, like brush my teeth without his climbing on my back.)

Looking at an illustration: "That donkey is eating the tree." (Actually, she was singing in front of it, but her teeth were quite prominent.)

"Look! There a woman! Woman sneeze!"

To a pair of marbles: "No, Papiyon! [Papa Leon] Never, ever put that in the vacuum cleaner! Don't! Here, Grammacia [Grandma Marcia], I put you on the wall."

At a farm: "Hi, chicken!"

In the bath, just Faelan and Amity. Faelan bites me out of the blue, then sidles over to the other end of the bath and addresses the air near the wall: "G-ma, I just bite Mommy." (We are working on not biting.) I said, in a G-ma voice, "Oh, no, Faelan, that's not good! Biting hurts!" Faelan said, seriously, "That not good."

Looking at another illustration: "That girl crying. She sad." (She was smiling. Not sure what's up with all the perceived sadness.)

When asked what he did at the playground: "I hit a sad girl. Her brother had to pick her up. Then there was a gentle boy." (We are working on not hitting.)

"Read about kangaroos!" ("Bear Circus", by William Pene du Bois)

Pointing at any number of books: "What that is called?" Or, "What that is that called is... what?"

When the loudspeaker in the skytrain elevator says "Ticket Vending Level": "Ticket Leben Leben! Ticket Leben Leben!" Said with a huge smirk. He knows that's not what she's saying, but enjoying insisting on his version anyway.

When asked what time it is: "Leven-four."

"I do big jump now. Three, five, nine!" He jumps, holding my hand, but it's too high, and he hits his back on the way down. He looks chagrined, then starts to climb up again: "I must do small jump. Boy can do big jump."

"Here me come run for Mommy! Open arms!" He says this, but he's watching Daddy the whole time, in obvious anticipation of being caught, swept sideways, and tickled.

When it is time to put on a diaper: "I must lay down for put on diaper. Open wide!" This is not as helpful as he imagines it is.

Before nap: "No! I don't! No diaper!" Followed by hysterical tears and flinging self about.
After nap: "I need pink diaper. Pretty diaper." Followed by request for shirt.

After I explained that he could eat walnuts when he was older: "Okay. In the meantime, I rather eat rice."

Pronoun fun, and more

"I'm in your way" means "you're in my way."

He says "pick me up" but also "carry you" and "here me come!"

"Where did you get hurt?" we ask.
"On the table."
"Yes, but what part of your body got hurt?"
"On the corner."

He uses forks, knives, and foons.

Oops

We had to stop and recover our wits on the way home today, so we wheeled into a juice joint. I thought I'd order us something healthy, like wheatgrass, but then I saw raspberries and lost my head. It didn't occur to me until after Faelan had had a sip that a smoothie with raspberries, cranberries, and vanilla yogurt had tons and tons of sugar in it.

Faelan liked it so much that he started growling. His verdict: "It good smoothie. It's good, it's good, it's more good, it's super big good."

Supper

Because it was tasty and weird and ad hoc:

First Course: Kashmiri Rogan Josh from Joel's 50 Curries of India cookbook (Stew meat from our half lamb; sour milk from our cowshare). Whole wheat paratha, Joel-made.

Second Course: Steamed cabbage from Mom's garden drizzled with ume-shiso vinegar and toasted sesame oil.

Third course: Apples gathered from the living room floor where Faelan had rolled them (originally from the CSA).

Fourth course: Brown seed bread (from the farmer's market) baked in the combined sauces from a caraway pork roast (half pig), potatoes & onions, and butternut squash ravioli with garlic cream sauce (Joel-made from scratch).

We have been eating WELL this week.

Surprising utterances today

Looking at a slice of apple dumpling, speaking to Joel: "Thank you, my dear, bringing apple pie."

Crawling towards the living room: "Let's go eat rabbits."

"What is that?"
"Origami for the craft fair."
"Pretty origami."