Fit moosie anyone?

We have been fighting some illness these past few weeks. It started with Phil, the flu and then a stomach bug, and ended with Ryan, the flu. We all still have a bit of a cough, but for the most have survived quite well. During this timeframe, there were many tissues throughout the house, and we passed time chiefly with movies and books. Ryan, learning more and more how to talk, has learned to ask to watch such “moosies,” principally the “fit moosie”. “Sit down!” he commands quite often. “Dooce, fit moosie”. Of course, meaning, of course, “Sit down, mamma, grab some juice for me and let’s watch Finding Nemo.”

My dad tells me that when I would talk around Ryan’s age, he could understand me perfectly but anyone listening was quite perplexed. Until a few weeks ago, I was among those without insight into Ryan’s discussions. It is quite delightful to watch and listen to him, finally being able to actually converse with him.

“But” “Bread” (Phil hates this one- “Do you hear our son saying that word?”
“Shup” “Sheep”
“Dile” “Crocodile”
“Pundle” “Pencil”
“Dump!” “Jump”

Perhaps my favorite is when he eases himself slowly to the ground, until he is flat on his back- arms and legs outstretched, and exclaims “Splat!” matter-of-factly.

A close second is when he sees someone rub their eyes, yawn, or lay down, or he himself rubs his eye. Upon noticing this, he says “tiiire” (tired) in a sweet, knowing voice. It is sometimes accompanied by a tender pat on the cheek for the “tired” person, even if it is himself.

Among these words and others which must be translated, his vocabulary of universally understandable phrases is growing daily. So fun to watch!