A Glossary of Hannah-isms

Listening to a 3 year old can be exhausting. There’s the lack of punctuation, the disjointed, and at times, incoherent sentence structure, and properIMG_0852 grammar is nonexistent. You have to concentrate extra to follow along and interpret, and much of the time it’s a mix of nonsensical madness and hysterical drama. At least with Hannah that’s the case. 

But I absolutely love it. Her high-pitched voice melts me. When she asks for something nicely and uses the magic word she usually gets it, within reason. Sure, there are times when we’re tired or in a hurry and her talking isn’t really improving the situation. But at times like that, when I find myself starting to get a little impatient, I try to gain perspective and realize she won’t want to talk to me endlessly forev er.

And notice I said “listening to.” That was intentional. Because there is no talking to a toddler. At least in terms of a discussion. They hear what they want to hear, masters of selective deafness. 

Sam and I  thought it would be funny to list some of Hannah’s terminology. She tends to have a language of IMG_0882her own. Here are some examples, starting with her version of the word, an example of it used in a sentence, and our interpretation:

Sometimes (“sometimes I go to zoo yesterday) –usually starts a sentence describing something she wants to do or recently did… sometimes both. 

Yesterday (“are we going to go to school yesterday?” Or “yesterday I already ate my sandwich.”) –can mean yesterday, can mean tomorrow, can mean five minutes ago, can mean right now. In her mind it’s some sort of timeframe, it’s up to us to decide for when the time is or was. 

3 minutes (“time to leave the park, Hannah” “noooo…3 minutes daddy?!?”) –considering she can’t tell time this can range from anywhere from 1 minute to 10 minutes depending on where we need to be or if it’s about to thunderstorm. 

IMG_14133 more minutes (“I just want to watch the show for 3 more minutes “) –a request from Hannah, usually as she bats her eyes, tilts her head and gives me a sheepish smile. She has little concept for time so this also does not typically get an entire 3 minutes.

 

Last one (“I’m going to butt bomb on your belly, daddy” followed by, from me, “last one”) –usually a request or demand from mom or dad that is always acknowledged and usually respected, but occasionally has no numerical value or significance. 

One more (“Just one more cookie, daddy”) –when she says it usually that means we’ve already done “last one” 2 or 3 times

So, (“So, yeIMG_0706sterday my sister is playing with me”)  –typically signifies the start of a new story or question. Alternate spelling/pronunciation is “Sooo”

Sister (“That’s my sister” or “My sister’s name is stayzya” or some other nonsensical made-up name) –hard to tell if she has imaginary friends that are her “sisters” but she seems to have a lot of them, their names are ever-changing, and they all seem to get along for the most part. Maybe that’s who she’s posing with here. Who knows.

Number ten (“Let’s number ten we’re at the castle and I’m Elsa and you’re Anna and Logan is Olaf and Daddy is Christoff”) –we believe she means “pretend” but somehow she thinks that word is number ten. Can’t make this stuff up.

Yeah, sure! (“Hannah, want some ice cream?” “Yeah, sure!) –enthusiastic, high pitched, and always with a big smile. One of my favorite things to hear in the world.

Chillin’ (“Hannah, what are you doing on the toilet still?” “Just chillin’) –we aren’t sure where this came from, I have my suspicions maybe one of our/her favorite teachers, but it’s pretty funny.

Sometimes what? Chicken butt or Kitty butt or Silly butt or anything butt (no sentence needed) –I believe Sam started this with her, the classic saying being “Guess what? Chicken butt.” She morphed it into using one of her favorite words, the aforementioned “sometimes” and we can go back and forth on this for hours. Well, minutes actually. But it cracks us up. Because I’m a child, too.

IMG_0666I’m sure there are many more that we missed here, but this gives you a little peak into the beautiful, whimsical, determined, bright little mind that is Hannah Marie Pickett.

 

 

November 11, 2015. Tags: , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , . Observations and musings, Updates. Leave a comment.

(Unintentional) Violence is not the answer

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I know we’re not the only ones with a nearly two year old who can lose her mind at the drop of the hat for seemingly little or no reason at all. Hence these websites: reasonsmysoniscrying.com and themetapicture.com/why-my-kid-is-crying/. Funny stuff. And it’s pretty normal, from what we can tell, especially when they still can’t quite communicate verbally as clearly as we or they’d like. Hannah has had a few meltdowns lately, she’s been fighting a stomach bug and the discomfort and lack of appetite causes her to be crankier than usual, you know like the Snickers commercials.

However, I’m here to address a distant cousin of that behavior – the joy of causing mom and dad pain. Toddlers love cause and effect. I throw down my cup, mom or dad picks it up. I scatter food everywhere and Cleo comes scrambling. We do our best to not reinforce it, or worse, giggle, but it’s tough. But I’ve never, in my life, laughed through so much physical pain.

Here’s a rundown from just the last couple of weeks. Pulling mommy’s hair (to Hannah’s defense, there’s a lot there to grab!) causes a shriek. Grabbing daddy’s cheeks with both hands like a zombie grandma gets a loud “ow ow ow”! The past two weeks I’ve sported battle wounds from sharp little nails on my forehead, cheeks, and the back of the neck (riding the horse is fun!). She damn near poked my eyeball out while practicing anatomy identification. Every time it happens we try not to encourage it, but her adorable smile and infectious chuckle just melts us. We’re suckers and we know it. The worst of it, though, happened about 10 minutes before the Super Bowl this past weekend.

Sam was innocently helping Hannah pick up her books. As Sam lay there on her back Hannah walked up with “Time for Bed Sleepyhead“, a 1/2 inch board book that weighs a good 2-3 pounds, and gave it to mommy. Unfortunately, she didn’t just hand it to her, she dropped it with the binding straight down and Sam caught it with her face. Right on the nose. I was in the kitchen cleaning up and heard a little yelp and a meek “Jacob” and looked to see Sam rushing to the bathroom face in her hands. Hannah just smiled and watched having no idea what she’d done (at least we hope). I didn’t realize what happened until I went into the bathroom where, much to my concern, I saw blood everywhere. On the toilet. On the floor and the counter. Looked like a scene right out a movie that you wouldn’t watch past midnight. Later we saw it all over the light switch.

Luckily for Sam it just caught her right on the tip – easy for me to say because it wasn’t my nose, we all know how much it hurts to get hit in the sniffer – and caused a lot of bleeding, but evidently no breakage or serious damage. Of course Hannah went into hysterics because mommy was upset and in pain and couldn’t pick her up and daddy was rushing around getting towels and ice. After a few minutes the ladies of the house were calmed down and back to normal, but for a minute you’d think you walked into a barroom brawl!

We know we have a lot of work to do to curb the innocent, but painful  acts of our curious little hellion, and I’ve heard from those who have boys that Hannah’s antics are mild in comparison, but for right now one of our biggest struggles is suppressing the humor we find in her destructive ways. Who knows, the girl just might have a future in physical comedy, we just need her to smash watermelons and not our faces!

February 5, 2014. Tags: , , , , , , , , , . Observations and musings. Leave a comment.

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