Friday, 23 May 2008

When Will I Be Old Enough to Have My Own Room???

We spend a lot of time getting excited about the Monkey's burgeoning vocabulary. She's added so many words now that I don't know where to start in listing them, but suffice to say that we're understanding her a lot better and she's a lot happier for this now that the daft tall ones are obeying her commands faster.

She still resorts to the patented point and shout (loudly) method that is almost infallible, and is not averse to the ninja banana-on-freshly-ironed-and-clean-work-clothes attack when she feels the need to express herself more strongly than the usual adorable ear splitting banshee. But mostly she is starting to become more verbally dominant, and we look forward to the glinty light in the tunnel when we don't have to decipher sobbing, ground punching, wailing incoherence.

But then the Elfling reminds us of the beauty of the preverbal period and puts everything in perspective. Aside from the whining, requests for horrid plastic toys, parental manipulation and elephantine memory (interspersed of course with the delectable/manipulative/perfectly timed "I love you") the Elfling has an ability now to recount stories that are best left to internal monologue. She also is incredibly curious.

Example A, her running commentary while I'm in the shower, especially after Wednesday's sojourn.

E: "Mum what happened to your hair?"
J: "I went to the hairdresser and got it cut"
E: "Not *that* hair [you ridiculous cretin]"
J: "..." (I can't hear you, I can't heeeeeeaaaaarrrr you)
E: "MuuuUUUuummmm, what happened to your haiiiIIiiiIiiir"
J: "*sob* I want to be able to shower without an audience"
LH: (laughing so much he snorts and starts choking)
E: "Did you losted it? Daaaaadddddyyyyyyyyeeeeeee Mummmmeeeeee doesn't have fur any more"
LH: (passes out [from choking] on the bathroom floor hitting his head)
J: "I'm 26 years old, I deserve to be able to have a shower on my own"
E: "Don't be silly Mummy"

It got better though, on picking her up from Kindy yesterday, I got *that* smirk from one of her carers. The "your child has been embarrassing you in your absence" smirk. With perfect timing the Elfling in her angelic sweet clear voice rings out "you don't have any hair on your bottom any more do you Mummy?".

Bloody kids.

5 comments:

hissychick said...

Chai latte has just shot straight out of my nose and the pain makes a change from that emanating from my blistered tongue. (And you think adults know when to keep to an internal monologue?)

Absolutely hilarious Jenn.

Quote: Aside from the whining, requests for horrid plastic toys, parental manipulation and elephantine memory (interspersed of course with the delectable/manipulative/perfectly timed "I love you") the Elfling has an ability now to recount stories that are best left to internal monologue. She also is incredibly curious.

Oh this is A to a T too....

Nina said...

Sometimes I read a blog post that I just have to respond to... and this is one of them. A very amusing tale, thanks for the laugh!

Melissa said...

Oh, Gosh, Jenn. I really did laugh out loud. If I've woken Samuel, there'll be hell to pay. :)

Jodes said...

*snort*

The things kids say!

Cylie said...

Would have loved to be a carer that day.....way too funny!

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