Wednesday, May 18, 2011

Kidspeak

We often let the kids play for a little bit in the mornings as we pick things up and get breakfast ready. I wish I could wake up with as much get up and go as they do in the mornings (though I'm really not going to be too disappointed once they think getting up before 10am is inconceivable). Anyway, because they wake up ready to play, my mornings usually begin with all the wonderful sounds of very loud toys that sing, clap, speak Spanish, you name it.

The boys are really into tools lately. We have an entourage of hammers, saws, screwdrivers, and drills floating around our house. The talking toolbox is a coveted toy and I often wake to it's chatter every morning. This thing has it all ... screwdriver, saw, hammer and wrench. And they all make noise, stupendous. One day, early on, I heard more than I bargained for when Sam and Luke were heading for the toolbox immediately upon waking ...

Sam: "Hey Luke, let's get the toolbox!"

Luke: "Yeah, toolbox!"

Sam: "Yeah! Let's screw!"

Although grammatically correct, we're going to have to work with Sam on NOT using certain words in certain ways. I fear this is only the beginning ...

1 comment:

  1. That is so cool that we both had g/g/b triplets and then another boy 16 months later. I call my singleton my fourth triplet and I'm sure nobody understands that more than YOU! He pouts all the way home when I drop the others off at school in the mornings. He cannot stand being left out of anything. I am going to put you on my blog roll!
    Hang in there. Three is super tough. I thought those kids were going to drive me to insane asylum before they turned four and got fun!

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