Ok, so I'm getting the kid his plastic plate and he asks for "poyits pawyyery." He is now insisting on using Polish pottery at every meal. The kid has maybe 50 words, but two of them are "poyits pawyyery," I guess. At least he hasn't figured out how to ask for the catalogue so he can pick his own set of dishes as some other boys have. The unhappy face, as near as I can figure, is from his back teeth bothering him. He is getting some four-year molars and tells me it hurts. I'm very grateful that he can show me where his owies are. That was one of my big fears, that he would be hurt and not be able to tell us what is bothering him. We at least can get "hurt" and a location. :)28 June 2011
The Dish Snob
Ok, so I'm getting the kid his plastic plate and he asks for "poyits pawyyery." He is now insisting on using Polish pottery at every meal. The kid has maybe 50 words, but two of them are "poyits pawyyery," I guess. At least he hasn't figured out how to ask for the catalogue so he can pick his own set of dishes as some other boys have. The unhappy face, as near as I can figure, is from his back teeth bothering him. He is getting some four-year molars and tells me it hurts. I'm very grateful that he can show me where his owies are. That was one of my big fears, that he would be hurt and not be able to tell us what is bothering him. We at least can get "hurt" and a location. :)
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Ohhh, poor guy. Molars aren't fun at all.
ReplyDeleteSooo cute though how he wants those plates.
You have a special knack for seeing the humor in life, and I for one am thankful. This is so cute, yet at the same time I'm thinking ...Yeah for "poyits pawyyery." !!!!
ReplyDeleteI know how words can be a GREAT celebration of joy that most parents take for granted. That pottery must really mean a lot to Woodjie!Unbelievable!
May you look back on these days of few words, and say "those were the good old days...", although in reality I know they aren't. It's tough having a kid that can't communicate. But I remember when Ben couldn't. He knew a lot of words, but couldn't answer a question. To see how far he has come is unbelievable to me. I kid him sometimes that we taught him how to talk (through pictures), and now I wish we could keep him quiet at times.
I'm thinking of turning this comment into a novel...
Anyhow, YEAH FOR WOODJIE!!!!!
I love that he has such discriminating taste in dishware. Maybe some kind of interior design/antique dealing/china shop ownership is in his future?
ReplyDeleteAwww...so cute! It just warms my heart to hear more Woodjie words! So sorry about the molars--I feel your pain.
ReplyDeleteI love his big, bright eyes! Such a cutie!
ReplyDeleteHow awesome that his vocabulary is building and that he is getting better at communicating his wants and needs to you.
It's cute that he's enjoying his new dishes. Perhaps he will grow into a man of discriminating taste! Hope he feels better soon.
ReplyDeleteBest regards,
Lynne Diligent