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.

 

 

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

$h!t hits the fan

First, let me apologize ahead of time for the impending salty language. We’re typically not vulgar people, but we are human. And every once in awhile, ok occasionally…fine, often times our words can be a little colorful. However, we understand that a toddler is very impressionable and a budding impressionist. As I’ve mentioned before, even as a sub-2 year old Hannah seems to have a genuine sense of humor. Which tickles me beyond words. But there’s a time and a place, and age-appropriateness, and at TargIMG_0769et the other night she mimicked my potty mouth and got a kick out of it. Sadly, so did I.

The kid loves her pacifier. But when she sees something she wants to eat or drink she tosses her passy aside and makes her demand. We try to do our parental duty and have her find the pacifier and hand it to us, then ask nicely with a please, but sometimes we get distracted. In this particular case Hannah and I were heading toward checkout and she requested some ‘nana, so I told her she needed to wait until we paid for them and got to the car. What I didn’t do was watch where the pacifier landed. Next thing I know we’re putting bags in the car, I pick her up out of the cart, and realize I don’t have the pacifier. And neither does she.

“Oh shit” I muttered. Barely above my breath. But being that she was 6 inches away from my face, paying full attention to me, and is a human tape recorder, she replied back “chit.” I did a double-take and she said it again, this time with a big smile, “chit. chit.” Now at this point I’m fighting back laughter, but I can tell she sensed my surprise and suppressed delight from the get-go. She had me at “chit.” Anyone who knows Hannah has to be smiling right now picturing the little shit cheesing while sweetly saying “chit.” She must have said it 5 more times from the time we went back in to get replacement pacifiers (she only had one left at home and we’re not yet prepared for the impending separation battle – don’t judge), to the time she was strapped back in her seat and we’re headed for home.

That was Tuesday night and I haven’t heard it out of her since, so we’re in the clear for now…but I know it’s just a matter of time before it happens again. We love that her vocabulary seems to double daily, but I don’t think we’re ready for a little Eddie Murphy just yet.

March 15, 2014. Tags: , , , , , , , , . Observations and musings. Leave a comment.

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