As we move from babydom into toddlerhood, Ronan’s vocabulary has exploded recently. He comes up with words that I’m not sure I have ever used with him, meaning he’s listening to us much more closely than I ever imagined. Here’s a few of his favorites (and by that I mean my favorites) with translations:
Big Hug – We don’t have any “small hugs” or “medium hugs” or even just plain “hugs” in our home. They are all big. I realized that most of his books use this expression in a complete sentence. For Ronan, it’s just “Big hug! Big Hug!” usually while we’re heavily occupied with something else. Most popular and rare are the three-family member hugs.
Ostrich – What Old McDonald had on his farm. Terry’s father thankfully found the sound an ostrich makes.
No no no no no no no no no! – I do not want apple juice, only milk. Ronan hardly ever drinks anything but milk.
Plane! – Look! Up in the sky! It’s an airplane!
Done! – I have completed the meal and wish to leave the table. (Accompanied with hand motions that look like an orchestra conductor.)
Read a book! – Let’s read a book together. Usually Richard Scarry’s Big Book of Endless, Never Ending, Perfunctory Lists of Objects.
One Minute! – I require more time (in the bath, in the potty, for window gazing, for play.) Equal to ten to fifteen minutes.
Watch TV, watch TV! – I would like to watch television.
Watch planes, watch planes! – Dad, please surf to airplane videos on your computer.
Itschy, Itschy! – I have an itch.
Beans! – I would like more food. (This is fading fast, if not already gone.) This is because for a while he would eat nothing but beans.
Pleastz! – Please. Accompanied by shaking his head “yes.”
Where did all the people go? – I enjoyed the recent visitors, why did they have to leave?
Leesha! –I miss Mom’s friend Alicia.
Papa T. T. – My father, Ronan’s grandfather, is named Terry also. (So I’m married to Terry and my father’s name is Terry. They’re both nicknames, so there’s nothing Freudian about that.) For some reason, he decided he wanted Ronan to call him Papa T. T. (which my brother quickly changed to “Pop a Tittie.”) After we all laughed at him, or behind him,it turns out that that was such a great name for Ronan to pronounce, all the grandparents are Papa T. T.; grandmothers too.
You! – Me. As in, when Ronan sees photos of himself, instead of exclaiming, “That’s me!”he yells “You!” And then we say, “Me!” and he says “You!” and then we say “You!” and point to him and Ronan says “You?” and looks a little confused. Thenwe try to explain that me is for yourself and you is for others. And then I take migraine medicine.
“Wake up!” – Usually yelled when I’m deeply asleep and everyone else is up. May include a poke.
“Poke!” – Ronan likes to point out when he pokes people.
More sounds are available at his Soundboard.