One of my favorite bloggers wrote a super cute post about the words her son uses that weren’t exactly properly pronounced. We’ve all had those with our kids right? If one of you tells me your child spoke perfect English from the start I’m gonna reach through this laptop and smack you. Or call bullshit.
So my Maddy is no different. Her speech development had been a bit of a challenge for us. Due to multiple ear infections as an infant, she missed hearing so many sounds just as she was learning to speak. And while her receptive language (the stuff she understands) is quite expansive, her expressed or spoken language is lagging.
One of her first words was for cat. We have three of them so it would have been more surprising if she DIDN’T have a word for them. Her word: titty. Yeah, she makes me proud.
We’ve always used the proper words for things, not making up funny names based on one of her mispronunciations. Â (Not at all like my sister who would call my brother Brandon, Biddle. Christopher was Cridofer. Phillip was Luppy And we all called them that for years. Adonis’s niece couldn’t say Uncle so she said Ucky. I like her SO much.) So Maddy, this delightful child of mine didn’t learn to say her K sounds, I didn’t worry, figuring we’d be able to figure what she was saying. Â Well, she doesn’t always put the last sound or letter on a word either. Do you have any idea what “UH” is for? Yeah, me either.
Another sound she doesn’t say AT ALL is the L sound. And its cute. She says she YOVES me and “Me no YIKE dat.” When she wants to put on her nighttime panties, she sounds like she’s talking about a city in Washington : Puhyups. Â Another example: one of her favorite summer time treats are blueberries or booberries. Though booberies could be referring to my nipples. And yeah, I’m just gonna leave that one out there.
Rather than make a big deal over her mispronunciations, I’ve sort of encouraged her creative side, I hope. See, I have a mother who was sort of clever like that. She would change the words to West Side Story’s “Tonight” to Tuna. Its what was for dinner. Yeah.
Maddy got fixated on Superman a few months ago. At bedtime I would read her a few stories, maybe make one up and then kiss her goodnight. She would then ask that Adonis come in and tell her a Superman or “Bad Guy” story. I used to whisper to her as I left the room “Don’t let the bed bugs bite.” But soon it became, “Don’t let the Bad Guys bite.” It would send her into a fit of giggles. Also there was “don’t let the Booberries fight.” Sometimes I couldn’t even say the right words if I tried. And she would always correct me.
Last night, we read a couple of books about a silly old bear. We both enjoyed the tale of his springtime hunger and his eating everything in sight. Of course it ended with him unable to fit back into his cave. Cute. So when I was leaving the room, without any forethought, I whispered, “Don’t lick the big bear’s butt.”