Sunday, June 14, 2009

Wordy-Gurdy

My one-year-old son likes to find books for me to read to him. He drags them off of the coffee table and across the floor, and then lugs them into my lap. He says, "Dat." I understand he means, "Momma, please read this to me." I pick him up, cuddle him in my lap, and read. Usually, one time through is not enough for him. He hits the book and says, "Dis," which means,"Please read this again, Momma." I do. After three times through, I've usually had enough. He has not. "Dis. Dis!" he says. Sometimes I go through the book backwards. Sometimes I make up new text or try it with a new accent. Oftentimes I sing. Outrageously.

Mostly, I just turn the pages and say, "de de de de de de" or "fa fa fa fa faaa."

Why?

Because sometimes I get tired of words - reading them, hearing them, saying them, writing them. Plus it's all the same to him.

De-Comp is no exception to the word boredom and sometimes it seems that the blogosphere is indifferent to the meaning anyway. So, until I feel revived or my spirit is renewed, to you I politely point to the screen and say, "fa fa fa fa faaaa."

5 comments:

Jenieshell said...

Ahhh! I can see Jack saying Dis and Dat! So cute! Glad you made it home safely! It was great talking with you yesterday. Today's been lazy and honestly it's wearing on me emotionally! I can't believe that I am actually looking forward to going to the doctor tomorrow! Man how sad is that?

Love you!!

Jen

tara said...

I think we all go through phases of serious boredom with blogging. I am in the middle of one right now as well.

I also think you may not be giving Jack enough credit. Maybe he is requesting the same book over and over again because he wants to see how it will change the more times you read it! ;)

Christine said...

As The Police so eloquently said:
De do do do, de da da da is all I want to say to you. De do do do, de da da da, it's meaningless and all that's true.

the girls' moma said...

I noticed how easily you started your post with "my one-year old son"... I guess it's sinking in, then?!?

I go through blogging spurts too and it's ok. If I can't write, I don't worry about it. Who needs one more thing to worry about?

Besides, it's summer, baby! Get out and have some fun...

delilah, the unruly helpmeet said...

Now that my daughter is almost 3, I often miss the days when I could read the same book 100 different ways instead of being held to the same words every time. Ferdinand used to have such lovely adventures. But now... she knows. And books are no longer fluid things.

Visiting from SITS. Halloo!

Sunday, June 14, 2009

Wordy-Gurdy

My one-year-old son likes to find books for me to read to him. He drags them off of the coffee table and across the floor, and then lugs them into my lap. He says, "Dat." I understand he means, "Momma, please read this to me." I pick him up, cuddle him in my lap, and read. Usually, one time through is not enough for him. He hits the book and says, "Dis," which means,"Please read this again, Momma." I do. After three times through, I've usually had enough. He has not. "Dis. Dis!" he says. Sometimes I go through the book backwards. Sometimes I make up new text or try it with a new accent. Oftentimes I sing. Outrageously.

Mostly, I just turn the pages and say, "de de de de de de" or "fa fa fa fa faaa."

Why?

Because sometimes I get tired of words - reading them, hearing them, saying them, writing them. Plus it's all the same to him.

De-Comp is no exception to the word boredom and sometimes it seems that the blogosphere is indifferent to the meaning anyway. So, until I feel revived or my spirit is renewed, to you I politely point to the screen and say, "fa fa fa fa faaaa."

5 comments:

Jenieshell said...

Ahhh! I can see Jack saying Dis and Dat! So cute! Glad you made it home safely! It was great talking with you yesterday. Today's been lazy and honestly it's wearing on me emotionally! I can't believe that I am actually looking forward to going to the doctor tomorrow! Man how sad is that?

Love you!!

Jen

tara said...

I think we all go through phases of serious boredom with blogging. I am in the middle of one right now as well.

I also think you may not be giving Jack enough credit. Maybe he is requesting the same book over and over again because he wants to see how it will change the more times you read it! ;)

Christine said...

As The Police so eloquently said:
De do do do, de da da da is all I want to say to you. De do do do, de da da da, it's meaningless and all that's true.

the girls' moma said...

I noticed how easily you started your post with "my one-year old son"... I guess it's sinking in, then?!?

I go through blogging spurts too and it's ok. If I can't write, I don't worry about it. Who needs one more thing to worry about?

Besides, it's summer, baby! Get out and have some fun...

delilah, the unruly helpmeet said...

Now that my daughter is almost 3, I often miss the days when I could read the same book 100 different ways instead of being held to the same words every time. Ferdinand used to have such lovely adventures. But now... she knows. And books are no longer fluid things.

Visiting from SITS. Halloo!