Here are a few of my favorites:
- "Fork it, please." This is when he is using a fork at the dinner table and is trying to stab it in order to pick it up. Now imagine that he can't say his r's. In fact, I make jokes about him being from the east coast. So, hopefully you can "hear" the funny slant on this. It is very difficult for us all to keep a straight face at the table when he says it...loudly.
- "Hutball boy" and "cereal boy" are terms that he has coined as endearing. I guess because we have called him a football boy, because he loves to watch it on TV, watch the boys practice, or recognizes any football field and shouts out in the car, "hutball." As far as "cereal boy" that's because this kid is crazy about cereal. He goes to bed thinking about how he is going to eat cereal in the morning when he wakes up. So, when he is getting in trouble or going to bed, he says these phrases in the sweetest possible voice (don't forget that he bats his eyelashes at us as he says it also) to Danny and I as if we are going to think he is soooo cute, that he getting himself out of trouble or won't have to go to bed. So, imagine trying to get after him when he's stealing a toy, and him turning to you, batting his eyelashes, and in a sound dripping with syrup..."hutball boy." Then he smiles. Kids are way too smart for their own good.
- He cannot say Marina's name. Poor thing has been trying for a long time. He can get a good "I-ick" out for Isaac, but Marina has come out in many different forms for quite some time. We have finally resolved to "Mana." I think the even funnier thing is that he can say "nastics" for gymnastics. Isn't that way harder then Marina??? But "Mana-nastics" is a common statement at our house. He knows and recognizes the place where we take her and drop her off for gymnastics practice, and every time we enter a high school gym...it's "Mana-nastics." Maybe he thinks that's her name...I don't know, but he's definitely coined a new term at our house.
- I love that he already refers to the baby as "Baby Osin." It's always amazing to me how little people seem to really understand the whole baby thing, way more than adults. Esaias knows what toys are for the baby, what bed is for the baby, where the baby is (Mommy's tummy) and refers to it as, "Baby Osin's" He rubs my tummy and some times kisses it. Now, you might think, oh so cute, or think this is even normal. However, getting Esaias to kiss anybody or anything...is a rare occasion. And being like his Mom a little...not so lovey dovey...not many people touch or rub my tummy...neither of my other children or even Danny. Therefore, Esaias has not learned this by watching or copying others. Maybe he really is no dummy. He sure notices baby's everywhere we go too. I truly think he was born to be a big brother. I am not saying he's going to be the nicest one...he's way too "Martin" for me to promise that. But he has had older brother instincts from a young age. Loving up on babies...even when he is/was not much more than one himself, and always very aware of babies and other little people. I will never forget how he responded to our friends, Mike & Rhonda's, little boy last summer (they are only about 6 months apart). He still loves to look at the pictures and remembers him and calls him by name. I believe Heavenly Father knew this and sent Esaias first for this reason.
- Every evening when it becomes dusk Esaias says, "nigh nigh sun." He says good night to the sun and looks for the moon. I am not sure this fascination with dark...other than he knows that it's bedtime. But he always talks about the sun and the moon.
