Hannah is such a glorious toddler that today she deserves her own purely factual little post. This allows me to catalog (for her future amusement) how various sayings of hers actually sound, in her dialect, which involves the simple substitution of d's for "k" sounds, and for other hard sounds like "g". The big kids have also started speaking to her in her dialect, so for example they will say, "Hannah, dan you dum here?" without even thinking about it. You can do it, too. It's fun!
(Hearing me clear my throat): Do you have a doff? Do you wan some dee? And: Dan you det me some apple joos? I have a dup! Daddy, you need a deepa! I.e. (Ezra), wan' your deepa? Mommy, don' darry me! Mommy, dan you fly me over da date (referring to our baby gate)? (Seeing me with clippers) Mommy, don' dut my lilla nails! (Being asked how she was): Dood! (Being asked what she was): I'm a diddy dat! (Padding into our bedroom on Shabbos morning, pretending to be pushy): Daddy--lay (sic) down! Daddy--doe to sleep! (Re. what's missing from our Shabbos table): Daddy, you needa diddush dup!
Her favorite book: The Little Diet Book (quiet, that is)!
The big kids try hard to corrupt her, teaching her to say things like "go away" and "stupid" and potty talk, and she will have none of it. When she hears, or is merely afraid she might hear, some rude language, she protests: Nomi, dun say 'Doe away!'"
And while playing in the bath the other day she firmly declared, brow furrowed with determination, "Mommy, I won' say 'stupid'!"
She is naturally loving... I won't forget how, Purim a.m., when I was (of course) duty-bound to be happy, but for reasons of exhaustion having something to do with Shaloch Manos assembly and costume-related scuttling, burst into quiet tears, she sang, with mournful compassion, "Ooohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, Maaaaaaaaaaaahmeeeeeee. I need a hug for you!" And hugged, with tiny and extremely comforting arms.
When she passes a mezuzah (in my arms) she kisses it and says, "Mwah! I diss the mezuzah!" and when she dries her hands after negelvaser (or on any other occasion, "religious" or not), she says only one word of the bracha, having somehow hit upon the most important one of all: A-d-n-ai, A-d-n-ai, she repeats over and over again, with sparkling eyes and plenty of enthusiasm.
She and Saul went on a long road trip in my van, never leaving the driveway, but they felt themselves adventurers. They took turns at the wheel. Saul woke up the retirees of the neighborhood when he leaned his heavy body against the horn, and scared himself silly besides (red-faced, teary-eyed Saulchik not shown here to protect fragile ego).
She and Saul went on a long road trip in my van, never leaving the driveway, but they felt themselves adventurers. They took turns at the wheel. Saul woke up the retirees of the neighborhood when he leaned his heavy body against the horn, and scared himself silly besides (red-faced, teary-eyed Saulchik not shown here to protect fragile ego).
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