Last week we were on our way to tumbling when Lucie started fussing about something, using a whining tone of voice that drives me crazy. Before I could say a word, Ryan turned to her and said, "You a big girl, Lucie. Use a nice voice!" I couldn't have said it better myself.
While responding to the second call for "I have to use the potty!" after I put them down for bed last night, Lucie heard me heave a sigh of exhaustion. "I know, Mommy", she said, "we really demanding!" Funny, that's the exact word I would have used.
Thankfully, they also remember things I've said in happier moments, not just the reprimanding and frustration. A common phrase I guess I say a lot is, "What the heck?" I hear it from L & R about the little mysteries of the world, like when a stuffed animal gets tucked into the wrong crib or train tracks that fit together yesterday, suddenly don't fit today. "Wha tha heck?", they'll declare in mild exasperation. It's a good thing I've never been one to swear.
Language acquisition and other "things like that" are so fascinating to watch. Though it doesn't always feel like this — especially after I've said, "Say please!" for the umpteenth time of the morning — I guess a lot of listening does go on around here.
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