It's time to be rational...

When we woke up this morning, and Ian told me (mom) that "it's time to be rational", we decided that it is most definitely time to compile a list of Ian-isms....

The other day, Matt made a play-doh cell phone. Ian picked it up, and cradling it between his ear and his shoulder, said "Hey babe, how's it going?".

Last week, when I asked him if he wanted me to get him a bagel and some warm coffee (as opposed to hot coffee), he said "that would be lovely". That same day, as I tried out a new pair of clogs around the house, he said "Mommy, you have darling shoes". Where does he get this stuff?

At Grammy and Pops' house yesterday, he found an over-sized rubber duck on the patio. He sat on it and said - in a British accent- "Rita, I'm sitting on the duck"- as in a scene from his current favorite movie, "The mouse one" (Flushed Away). That brings me to movie titles.... "Move it Move it" is Madagascar (for he and Nora), and "Squirelly get the nut!" is Ice Age, the Meltdown, of course.

Ian's little sayings are getting more complex all the time- his sentences are often more than a dozen words now, and they make sense! His grammar is usually correct these days (when asked how he slept last night he'll often say "I slept well, I feel good now"). But it seems like just yesterday that his sayings were as simple as "rhino scary too?" (elephant scary too? glolilla scary too? polar bear scary too?.....). I think it all started with "Hey Dave, Hi Tom" in reference to our beloved contractors that worked on our siding, porch, and kitchen remodel. He then graduated to "yike it", while shaking his head no and scrunching up his little nose (likely to indicate disgust at something green on his plate). "Oy self", "See that again", "Mooooooooore" (with an upward lilt that might have caused some hearing damage), and "you ARE???" were other favorites along the way.

But we'll never, ever forget the famous "Guy Scary, 'POW'". This gem, that we heard over, and over, and over, was born when some admittedly creepy tall and skinny guy with a German accent, dressed up like a wild cat of some sort was dancing at the farmers' market one Wednesday evening last spring. To this day, I have not heard an equivalent blood-curdling scream from him. It darn near ruined our Wednesday evening meet-ups with Daddy at the farmers' market for the whole summer! But the "POW" part of this Ian-ism was created by Grammy, who, Italian to her core, offered to off this guy the next time she saw him. Thank God we never saw him again.

Every time Ian has a rough sleep and/or behavior patch, we are rewarded with new vocabulary and new acts for his repertoire. Now, little Maggie is trying her darndest to be heard amidst all this chatter. She is the LOUDEST baby you've ever heard! Her squeals are turning into consonant sounds now, and her giggles are contagious. I can't wait for the Maggie-isms to emerge!