(Because really, who doesn’t want to read stories about my kids?)
If you’re on Facebook, you saw this photo yesterday. It’s part of my photo-a-day Project 365—Day 50 already!—and I told a bit of his back story to go along with it.
As in…
The fact that this kid is always talking. I noted on Facebook that this picture’s deceptive because his mouth is actually closed in it. He’s a talker, like his mom! He’s funny too, though, so go figure. There must be some recessive humor gene.
Like yesterday and his “It’s the middle of the night and the monster says, ‘So do you still think I’m fake?’”
Or his conjecture “Who doesn’t like hot dogs, right?”
When I popped open a can of Whole30-approved sardines this morning, (Day 3 and going strongish!), he grimaced. “Ew,” he said, plugging his nose. “Eat that quick.”
(My kids think I’m crazy, and they’d be right.)
He starts speech therapy next month, and I must say I’ll miss some of his phrasings like “hork” and “hord”. (Bonus points if you can guess those words.) He does need to go to speech therapy, however, because if you’re not fluent in “George” than it’s easy to get lost.
Sigh. No more saying he’s “hize” years old.
George’s favorite things involve books and screens. He reads voraciously, from Farm Yard Tales to Garfield. (That would be his sister Angela’s influence.) He likes loves Spiderman and Minecraft; he likes loves all things iPad; and he likes loves playing his big brother’s XBox.
In short, he’s your average 5-year-old.
Except he’s above average…
…’cause he’s mine. ; )
I will never forget when he went looking for his money that he just knew he hid in the couch cushions for safe keeping. Turns out it was under someone's bed.
He still keeps his valuables under his bed which greatly works to his little brother's advantage.
Fork & Sword? Those are important to boys, of course! Outwardly-directed. Going anywhere I know for Speech?
It's just through the local school district, Kate. Fingers crossed, it's free!
He's darling, especially with hork and hord. But, I get that someday it might not be so cute.
PS I think sardines for breakfast are disgusting, too (no offense, but eat them quickly).
PPS protesting the posting of 365 photos on FB and not on the blog.
Signed,
Your not-on-FB faraway friend
Barbara, you really should cross over to the dark side. All your friends are there…
dark is why I don't go there — my heart just can't handle it 😉
Barbara, Barbara, Barbara. Sweetie, I know I'm not gonna convince you but Facebook's just like the Internet–lots of bad, yes, but also pockets of beauty & truth & goodness. I get updates from the Fraternity of St. Peter…from Elizabeth Foss and from Sarah Mackenzie…and of course, I get to see lots & lots & LOTS of photos.
It's like anything else in life. Too much is not good but in moderation, yes, good.
Are you convinced? I didn't think so! ; )
Nope, sorry. At this point in my life (hormones? adult children? health? I don't know) I am like a newborn baby. You know how newborns have that period some call the witching hour when they have just had too much stimulation and they cry and cry for several hours each evening. That's me (except I try not to cry). I have to really be careful how much stimulation I get — from all sources, so one more is just not doable. I have my list of "safe" sources and that's my limit. I'm getting close to living in a cave — sort of kidding. 😉
I'm on Facebook.
I post lots of beach pictures.
Want to come over yet?
If that's all that was there, that and pictures of Margaret's cute kids, I'd be there.
Cute. I figured hork was fork, but wasn't sure about hord till I saw Kate's guess.
This reminded me of my younger brother. Up until the age of 5 or 6, he spoke what we dubbed Allanese. I don't remember much of it. But let's see… My older brother, Brian, and I were "bic nana" and "yeye nana". Horse (or in german: pferd) was "doodoo." Car (or in german: auto) was "Ahm." (I mention the German names since we spoke both at home, but Allanese often sounded like neither English nor German.) We have a tape recording from those days, and the ONLY way you can understand anything is that my mom would repeat each of his statements as a question. As in, Al would say something like "inna ad ma foooooo cha" and my mom would reply with, "oh, you want to sit in the big chair?"
When he didn't seem to be growing out of it, my parents were a little concerned, understandably. The pediatrician recommended they enroll him in a daily preschool class so he'd pick up the speaking habits of the other kids. Well, my brother was so charismatic, even at 4 years old, that soon all his classmates were speaking snippets of Allanese. Pediatrician fail on that one!
Anyway, in kindergarten, he did start having weekly outings with a speech therapist. And now he's a successful – and still very creative and charismatic – man of 36. (And he wishes he still knew how to speak Allanese!)
So, there's my little story, hopefully to make you laugh a little, and also to remind you George isn't alone in this and I believe he'll turn out just fine. Just be sure you have some fun recordings of him in the meantime. Because soon enough, his annunciations will be very normal. And boringly uncute. At least it sounds like his subject matter will still be cute and hilarious!
We had one in speech class through the school district over 10 years ago. We had NO problem and I'd do it again. fork…ford…five? mine use to say haumi (hamburger) and yaka vey (like this). I'd love to hear those again too….but maybe not at his age 😉 We did his 10 minutes or so of "homework" almost daily and it made all the difference in his progress. Of course those were the days when I only 3 kids and the oldest was a 1st grader…..wish I could be that diligent now!
Love your little 5 year old.