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.

M&M’s will never taste the same

7823DD17-AAD6-4F17-A473-89EC720AEB72_zpsrrrbmria (1)A few weeks ago, about a month after her 2nd birthday, Hannah started showing signs of being ready for potty training. She’d pull at her diaper and say something to that resembled “change diaper” and she showed interest in using the little pink toilet that we had sitting in the bathroom. One of my favorite stories that I’ll be telling until I can no longer talk is the first time she actually took off her pants and diaper and went into the bathroom because she knew she had to potty – she proceeded to put her hands on the wall, lean forward, and spread eagle over the toilet so she could “pee like daddy.” She was about as accurate as me too.

Because our beloved sitter Vicki wasn’t up for potty training toddlers (she had 2 others in her care) we decided to expedite the inevitable and enroll Hannah into daycare about a month and a half earlier than we planned. This wasn’t an easy decision, for many reasons, not least of which was the fact that we’d soon be paying about 50 more dollars a week at a daycare compared to what we were paying for in-home care. However, because it’s all about the munchkin and no longer about the Benjamins, we got her signed up and enrolled. After a series of snafus with our first choice (to put it nicely) we pulled a switcheroo, and now we’re loving her current “school.” (I know Joan will read this – we love your school as well and may end up there at some point 🙂 )

Hannah is now at Grace Point’s Kiddie Prep School and doing great. They are very hands-on with the potty training. We’re a week in and she’s having 1-2 accidents per day, usually one at school and one at home. It’s not going to happen overnight, we understand that, so it’s a fairly taxing ordeal. Every time we go through things like this I have more and more respect for my brother and sister-in-law – man, I just cannot imagine doing all this x2 with twins.

While the daycare is successful with getting Hannah to sit on the throne using stickers as collateral, we’ve resorted to mini M&M’s, fruit snacks, candy corn, whatever it takes. And talk about a rampant little mind – all I want her to do is take a leak and Hannah goes from being engrossed in Little Mermaid to dancing to dropping her drawers in the bathroom and sitting for half a second to running around the family room giggling pants-less to back to sitting on the potty for 3 seconds then to a meltdown about Ducky not being with her then another meltdown about Mommy not being in the room…then finally finishing that potty session. And this is every 30-45 minutes. Exhausting.

Something no one tells you until you’re in the thick of it is that it’s called “potty” training and not “potty and poop” training for a reason. That’s because apparently learning how to drop a deuce on a toilet is not the easiest thing for a 2 year old to grasp – even one that’s related to me! Not surprisingly, it’s much more comfortable, natural, and satisfying to just let it go in your diaper, or now in our case, undies. There really aren’t too many messier situations than changing a poo-filled pull-up diaper or size 4T underwear. It’s become second nature with the regular Pampers – just undo the velcro, lift the butt, and slide the diaper right out. Now, it’s much more complicated than that with pull-ups or panties. And by complicated, I mean shit gets everywhere. Maybe I’m just bad at it, but it gets on her legs, feet, my hands, the changing pad, the dresser, everywhere. A couple of times I’ve felt like the kid in Slumdog Millionaire who really wants that autograph.

We’re looking at the bright side, though. We really don’t want to have two in diapers at the same time. And the second one will be here before we know it (the OB’s crystal ball says March 10 as a matter of fact!)…so no pressure or anything Hannah. She’s well on her way, but we know there’s a long way to go, and this road isn’t exactly paved with gold.

September 9, 2014. Tags: , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , . Observations and musings, Uncategorized, Updates. Leave a comment.

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