Definitions

Kyla is starting to expand her vocabulary.  She is trying out new phrases and exploring cause & effect and putting abstract ideas into words.  And while some of these words and phrases are grammatically accurate, it is clear that she doesn't quite yet fully understand all of the meanings.

Yesterday I heard her talking to Jedd.
Jedd: Where is Maxx?
Kyla:  Oh, Maxx is downstairs.  He is just playing.  He is playing with his toys.  It is his fault.

Or when she made this announcement:
Kyla:  Mama, you are boring.
Me:  Oh?
Kyla:  Yah, you are boring, cause you are just feeling a little nervous.

 

Weeds

Today, as we pulled out of the driveway, our neighbor was (annoyingly) doing yard work.

(It is only annoying in so much that we do not do yard work regularly and seeing him out there makes us feel guilty.  and like bad neighbors.  and ashamed of our pitiful, half-effort attempts to "landscape."  However, we do enjoy having that family for neighbors because they are nice people and we get to view their well groomed lawn & landscaping.)

Anyhow, Jedd says something to the effect that Dave is making me look bad, because I never weed.  To which I respond with something akin to "the yard is your job, not mine."  Kyla then chimes in.

Kyla:  I will help you weed, Mom.
Me:  You will?  That is nice of you.
Kyla:  Yah, you get the weed seed and I will dig the holes.  You have to get a hoe.  And then we will put the seeds in the hole.

And Jedd makes a smart-ass remark about if that's what I've been teaching Kyla, no wonder we have so many weeds!  Maybe I should be offended by that.  But I'll just add that to the list of reasons why the yard should be Jedd's job.

 

Karate Chop

Jedd taught Kyla to karate chop the toilet paper instead of just tearing it off.  Now she gets really upset if I forget.  She says, "No mama!  I need 'rah-tay-a shop' it!"

 

Food

Last night Kyla and I made cookies.  When she tried one, I asked if they tasted good.

Kyla: Mmm.  Oh yeah.  I like cookies!  Cause cookies are my faaaavorite flavor!


Today for lunch, I heated up some soup for Kyla.  As I was cooling it down for her, she looked in and asked,

Kyla: What are those, those chickens?
Me: Dumplings.
Kyla: No, those chickens?
Me: That's beef.
Kyla: Oh, I like those beef chickens.

 

Adults

I think Kyla is a little confused by the word adult.  It seems she thinks it is actually two words.

The other day Kyla was telling me something that she can't do yet.  "I can't do dat yet.  But you and Daddy can do it, 'cause you are dolts."

And tonight at bed time I was telling her that tomorrow is a school day and that Maxx will be going to the baby classroom (for the first time).  She said, "Oh yeah.  And you go to the dolt classroom!"

Yes, I was called a dolt by my not quite 3-year old.  And apparently there is a special classroom just for dolts like me.

Dentist

I just went in the playroom to find Kyla drawing a picture in her reading tent.  I asked her what she was doing.

Kyla:  I a de'tist (dentist).
Me:  Oh, are you drawing a picture?
Kyla:  Yah, I drowing a snowman.
Me:  What is your snowman's name?
Kyla:  His name Emily!  He is my frey-end.

 

My poor little Maxx, still recovering from his cold and Kyla showing off her snowman.

I then took a picture of her holding her snowman (named Emily).  She wanted to see the picture.

Me:  Good one?
Kyla:  Yah, cause I a de'tist.  Hey, I wan' to clean your teef!

A few minutes later, she wanted to get out her dress-up clothes (a daily occurrence).  She found her tiara.

Kyla:  I wan' my crown!  Dis my de'tist crown.
Me:  Oh, dentists wear crowns?
Kyla:  Yah.  After da kings come.

Uh-oh!

Maxx has a new word/sound besides mamamamama, dadadadada and babababa.  He now says, or attempts to say, uh-oh!

He'll drop his Cheerio or puff or whatever he happens to be eating and say, "Uh uhhhh!"  The "Uh" starts out high pitched and the "uhhh" comes out much lower.  Sometimes it's just, "Uh uh uh" all in a low grunt.