Tuesday, March 26, 2013

Music and Poetry

Last night, the family was making loud noises with tin whistles while I was cleaning up after dinner. Faelan came over and whispered that he had just tried to play "millet for the mumble, mumble, rags and bones mumble, mumble." Later, further inquiry revealed that he had been making up a tune for a scrap of poem that  he remembered thus: "Millet for the poor, rags and bones for the wicked wolves without the walls at night," which he said came from the song of Shiv and the Grasshopper, from the Jungle Book.

I looked it up this morning, and here are the 9th through 12th lines:


Wheat he gave to rich folk, millet to the poor,
Broken scraps for holy men that beg from door to door;
Cattle to the tiger, carrion to the kite,
And rags and bones to wicked wolves without the wall at night.

What a lovely scrap to have inside his head!



Monday, February 18, 2013

Fun day for talking

Mab burped, and I asked, "What do you say?"
     "Burp, burp. I do burp." Well, not quite what I was looking for.

I was lifting Faelan up on my legs, and Mab cried, "My turn!"
     "Your turn to what?" I asked.
     "My turn to ride!"

Tuesday, January 29, 2013

New this week

"I do it!" and also "I'll do it!"
"Have it! Chocolate!" (Um, no.) "Have it! Medicine!" (Likewise, nohow.)
"I got you!"
"My turn!"
"I got Mommy phone." This with as smug a smirk as you could hope to see.
"Cat wet. Dry! Towel!"
"Faelan sleep. Daddy sleep."
"Brush. My brush. My blue." (She's trying to say, "my blue brush.") "Brush handle."

These are not quite so new, but in daily use:
"Bite, hit, push, hurt, fall..." and "ice." As in, she needs ice because she ran into the table, or because she bit Faelan after he pushed her. Not that that would ever happen in our house.

"Pumming!" means "coming" and "poffee!" is coffee, but "told!" is cold and "tiss!" is kiss.

"Cute! Daddy cute."

Last night she had some visually interesting dreams, to judge from her sleep talk: "Orange? Orange?! Orange??!!! Blue!" Perhaps an hour later, this was followed by, "Pretty! Pretty, pretty, pretty."

Thursday, January 17, 2013

Sentences

"Faelan, don't!"
"Moomie. Feep. Funny." ("We're watching a movie about sheep. It's funny.")
"Mouth out!" ("Take that out of your mouth.")

At bedtime, after lights out:
Amity: I love you.
Mab: Love too! Love Faelan. Love Daddy. [pause, then, poking me in the chest:] Mommy funny. [pointing to her own chest:] Mab funny. Faelan funny. [pause] Game. Daddy game.

She's learning color names, and trying to figure out which one goes with which color. Her favorite color name is blue, followed closely by orange, which is easier than some of the others, because oranges are often orange.



December 2012

December 2012


Can you tell we were all still sick? So few photos...