It’s good to talk, but does it have to be now?!

Warning: this post may contain traces of poo. 

The twins have quite a Roman attitude towards the toilet. Ellie, in particular, seems to see doing one’s business as a social event.

In the demarcation of duties between me & the Mummy the role of ‘Toilet Attendant’ somehow seems to have gone on my CV.  I think ‘Skilful Negotiator’ is very probably on hers…

When she’s on her throne Ellie likes to chat, with me.

I say “likes to chat”; I really mean “insists on chatting”. She can be very determined: “Daddy, come & have a chat with me! Sit there!”. It is my place to sit on the side of the bath. So we can “chat”.

And actually it’s alright; nice even. She’s mature enough & skilled enough in language now that we can have something like a “So how was your day?” conversation. With a little extra, sometimes uncomfortable, punctuation. And some slightly odd facial expressions.

I’ll ask her what she did today, & what she liked the most. And, after a bit of prompting, she can answer. I still really haven’t got used to my little babies, who for so long could only cry & gurgle, now having proper little conversations with us!

And as someone who isn’t naturally talkative or outgoing it adds extra demands on me, & adds to my skill set. And so is very good for me as well!

Of course the opposite is true too. When the Mummy or I have to answer nature’s call Jallie see it as an open invitation. They really can’t understand why we might want privacy.

Well we tweet from there don’t we? (Or so I’m told). And they don’t have a twitter account (yet) so why not? I guess.

Which reminds me: I really must get that lock fixed…

Wot So Funee?

Hair

Jake, Ellie & I all had haircuts yesterday. The Mummy had hers done a couple of weeks ago.

While I was having mine done Ellie came up to me & said “Daddy, you look gorgeous!”

Later it was “We all look gorgeous!”

Jake’s had been floppy for a while & he really suits a short smart cut, especially with a side parting.

I badly needed hair that accessorises with my bald spot.

Ellie looked great with long hair but it was getting hard to brush & untangle & kept getting in her eyes.

She was happy with her new haircut initially but in bed last night she became really upset! More to do with tiredness than anything else I think.

For a solid 5 minutes at least she cried horribly, shouting repeatedly “I WANT MY HAIR BACK!”

(She was fine this morning & we haven’t heard a word about it since).

Jake was a little star! He was casting magic spells to help, trying to swap Ellie’s hair with Mummy’s. Using a large pot of skin cream as a wand.

“Abra-dabra, MUMMY HAIR GO!”

And when there no obvious result he would try a variation, like “Abra-dabra, HAIR BACK!”

He was brilliant. He made us laugh &, more importantly, helped calm Ellie.

After quite a few tries he got quite discouraged when his magic didn’t seem to be working, so I had to tell him that I was sure that I’d seen some of Mummy’s & Ellie’s hair swap over.

He seemed happy with that; soon Ellie was too, then they fell asleep.

The things they say & do

Heard around the Jallie Shack today:

Ellie, sadly: “I don’t say plee-as any more” Yes, her pronunciation has improved. Although she does still say “chee-as” (cheese)

Jake: “You’re my Mummy. You’re not Ellie’s Mummy!” And we thought he understood this ‘twin’ thing

Jake: “Mummy, I wish you were a boy” The ultimate compliment?

The Scientific Method

I’m all for encouraging intelligent scientific debate. We had one here this morning so I was pleased.

We were watching a DVD where a bunch of kids & their teacher were singing & dancing, which Jallie were really enjoying. The teacher, a quite chunky lad, dresses up in character for the songs. For this one he was dressed as a lady, a rather well-padded lady.

Ellie, ever observant, says: “She’s fat!”

I didn’t have a lot of time to worry about where she picked this up from, & about her getting body-image problems before the age of 3, because she straight away followed up with:

“I’m not fat. I have boobies”.

Right, ummm, yes… Daddy was a bit lost for words.

Jake, however - who I proudly like to think has an inquiring mind – was a bit sceptical about this, & approached Ellie confidently. “You don’t have boobies”, he says.

“Yes I do” replies Ellie, lifting up her T-shirt to prove it.

“No you don’t. You have a mini”.

Ellie: “I have a mini and boobies”, lifting up her T-shirt again.

Jake: “You just have a mini. I have a willy”.

“You have a willy. I have a mini. And boobies” (T-shirt comes up again).

“I have a willy. You have a mini. You don’t have boobies”.

“I’m a girl. Girls have boobies. I have boobies”, responds Ellie, with a grasp of logic that makes me smile.*

“‘I’m a boy. I have a willy. I don’t have boobies”: also quite hard to argue with.

This went back & forth for a bit, then:

“You have a tummy-button”, poking the appropriate place as an offer of proof.

“You have a tummy-button”, also poking appropriately.

Then they went back to enjoying the singing.

Like good scientists they were able to respect each other’s contrasting point of view & to disagree amicably, then move on to find an area of agreement.

I’m pretty sure that’s how the structure of DNA was discovered isn’t it?

I’ve got that Mr Nobel‘s ‘phone number on speed-dial now, just in case…

* Yes, I know it’s a ‘non-sequitur’. Any concept that we can’t even give a proper English name to shouldn’t have to be explained to a 2-year-old, in my opinion :)  

The Things They Say & Do: Custard & Cream

Recently one morning I was sitting on the sofa, minding my own business & attempting to think about something, probably. Then I felt something on my head.  Ellie had climbed up on the sofa behind me & was rubbing her hands through my hair.

“How nice”, I thought, “My loving little girl is giving her dear old Daddy a head massage”. As I later found out she actually had chocolate ice-cream on her hands & was being a bit creative in getting them clean…

Ellie, getting into her dinner-chair, & again impressing me with her command of complex sentences: “This is mine isn’t it?”.

In the car the Mummy is trying to explain to me the complex machinations of what’s going on with Michael Jackson’s kids: “So Janet & another brother broke into the Grandma’s house while she was on holiday & the kids were left there, then…”

“So the Grandma has custody?”

“Yes, but…”

Then a little voice from the back seat: “I like custard”,  ”And me!”.

And, quite frankly, I think our kids are a lot better off than the Jacksons, money or not, even if they don’t always have custard!

Fancy Words, Insects & Magic

I’ve been a bit lax in noting notable sayings & doings this week. And I have a bad, although selective, memory  - which is half the reason for my doing this blog-hop, & actually my blog in general.

Ellie I think has produced her most comprehensive sentence yet: “Jake & Ellie like jumping in puddles”. Makes me proud!

And she also excelled herself in sophisticated use of language. Pointing to the Mummy’s juice she said: “Yours”. A possessive personal pronoun! See above for my reaction…

It’s fantastic that their language is coming on so well. Ellie is getting to be a little chatterbox, & Jake is a great talker too. His pronunciation & vocabulary aren’t as good but what he lacks there he easily compensates for with his sociability & use of signs & gestures. We feel like we have two little adults here with us now, not just cute but insensible little babies. We can actually have proper little conversations with them, it’s great!

Ellie often grabs my hand so I can join her in a “Tea Party” she’s having; Jake does too. He does so though often to show me something that he’s been trying to tell me about: for instance when in the garden he spotted a tiny caterpillar hanging on a thread from a leaf, which I think was cocooning itself, & a bumble bee he saw flying around.

I also get dragged off the sofa to do “Tree Fu”magic with him. Recently he seems to have decided that the moves are too fiddly, sits down & leaves me prancing about by myself, saying “Ouch” a lot… Kids, eh!

This is for Chris’ ’Things They Say & Do’ blog hop at her ‘Thinly Spread’ blog. Why not have a look at the other posts there, it’s a great read!

A Wee Sweary

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I recently read 3 blog posts on the same subject but looking at it from different viewpoints: Metal Mummy wrote about trying to avoid swearing in front of your children, while Motherventing & MyCuntryManor questioned why  ’swear’ words  - 1 in particular; the clue is in the name! – are considered so offensive & proposed redefining & reclaiming.

And you know what? I think I agree with all of them.

Do I need to point out here that those posts, & this one, “may contain language which some may find offensive” (thank you, BBC)? OK, I just did.

This post was meant to be finished last night. But it’s become 1 of those posts where my viewpoint altered slightly as I wrote & as I gave more thought to the subject, so it changed & I’ve ended up rewriting a lot of it. I also had to stop due to a horribly irrational & irritating need for sleep.

What’s in a name?

But hold on: what is ‘swearing’? The word comes from the Old English ‘swerian’: ‘to take an oath’. Even today Court witnesses “swear on the Bible” before giving evidence. I doubt that this means standing on a Bible & telling the Judge to f*** off.  Even if he deserved it… (Look, I paid my dues & it’ll never happen again, OK? Now leave it!). The US President is ‘sworn in’ & takes the ‘Oath of Office‘. The Bible itself is full of references to it: “by His name you shall swear” (Deut. 10:20), also Shakespeare. We still use phrases like “I swear on my Mother’s grave!” when we want to convince someone that we are telling the truth.

So the word’s literal & historical meaning is to do with making a promise & doing it so sincerely & seriously that you reinforce it by calling on the name of something sacred or personally precious & meaningful.

A nose by any other name would break as sweet

At some point though swearing to tell the truth or be good must have branched into promising something negative, like aggression or revenge: “By Odin’s Beard I shall smite thee!”. So we have the development of the ‘curse’, & ‘curse’ words, a promise to do harm.

And yet when we ‘swear’ or ‘curse’ today it’s just as likely that we use words that are associated with sex, genitalia or bodily functions as ones to do with a deity or something sacred to us.

So go on then: I give you full rein to be ‘naughty’! Think of as many swear words as you can: you can even make a list! How many of them are to do with: sex, genitalia, bodily functions, or religion? Most of them? All of them? I struggle to think of many that aren’t in some way.

Yes, I probably read too many comic books

So how did “In the name of all that is holy I shall have my revenge!” become “Piss off, dickhead!”?

Is it perhaps that, according to the Bible’s New Testament, by the time Jesus came along God there had decided that swearing was actually bad after all (“Do not swear at all, either by heaven…or by the earth” Matt. 5:34-35)? Did this then make it taboo, resulting in people increasingly swearing by things – sex, genitals, excretia – that were seen as such?

I think there may be something in that, that this evolved out of rebellion. Many English swear-words are thought to be Anglo-Saxon (either Old or Middle English) in origin. In Norman England (after 1066 & all that) this was the language of the ordinary people, while the language of the ruling elite was Anglo-Norman French, & by Medieval times Latin.

I can see therefore “I swear by the the Almighty, the Lord our God!” becoming “By fuck, I hate those dickheads!”.

In short, while the well-dressed nobles & priests in their gentile studies & cathedrals were mumbling “amo, amas, amant…” the farmer in his muddy field who dropped a hammer on his toe found it much more satisfying to shout “Fuck!“.

It was perhaps an affirmation of his cultural identity as an ordinary working man as well as cocking a snook at the nobs looking down on him while busily telling him that he mustn’t use such vulgarities. Probably in Latin.

Nothing, a rude word

So we’ve gone from making promises by God to shouting “Arsehole!” at someone who cuts us up on the motorway.

Then along come Motherventing & MyCuntryManor muddying these ‘obviously clear waters’ by saying things like (to paraphrase): “well hang on: why is a part of a woman’s anatomy the ultimate term of abuse?”, & suggesting reclaiming words like ‘cunt’, in much the same way as the Gay community did with ‘queer’. “What’s so scary and bad about lady-bits? <or man-bits?> NOTHING. Lady bits are fab. Celebrate the lady bits.” I remember when someone called me a “cunt” on twitter. I replied: “Well personally I like cunt, so thanks for the compliment”.  Annoyed the crap out of them. Then I blocked the bastard! I was reminded also of Madonna’s infamous ‘fuck’ rant in 1 of her huge live gigs: “‘Fuck’ is good! Without ‘fuck’ none of us would be here!” (paraphrased).

Life is a four letter word

So where does that leave me? A bit conflicted actually! I commented on MyCuntryManor’s post: “I don’t like using the word as a form of abuse, & I’ve stopped for exactly the reasons you articulate. Our use of curse words seems to reflect our, mostly negative, preoccupations – almost always about sex or god(s). I agree with you but to be fair we boys get it as well: “knob” “dickhead” etc. I think it all reflects our historical Judeo-Christian obsessions & repressions, including that of suppressing anything female of course”. I can see now that’s it’s not quite so simple.

Personally speaking, I generally don’t ‘swear’ around people I’m not familiar with or who I know have a problem with it. But I do pretty freely around friends & family who I know are of like mind. I also don’t like to with my children around as they’re guaranteed to copy me, & I don’t want them swearing as it can cause offense, and embarassment. Now I don’t mind causing offence, & I often do. But the importance of the issue in question has to be greater than the consequences of the offence caused, not least in terms of respect for another’s feelings & opinions. In this case, personally, I don’t believe it is. Yet.

So, in summary: ‘swearing’ as an expression of cultural identity, as an outlet for frustration & feeling powerless against an oppressive elite? Like calling the PM a “wanker” as he cuts another benefit? Maybe. On the other hand, should we be using words that ultimately represent reproduction, the continuation of Life, like ‘fuck’, ‘cock’, ‘cunt’ etc., as negatives, as terms of abuse? I think No. Should we use them in a positive way, reclaiming & rephrasing them? Yes. Probably. Just not in front of my children?

Gimme a kiss!

“Bloody hell”! And I didn’t even get on to my nice story about Ellie, “bugger” & the Nursery playgroup. Maybe another time…

If you’ve read this far I may have to come over to your house & give you a big wet sloppy kiss. Or a firm handshake, if you prefer.

And if you have, I’d love to hear your thoughts!

I had a shower yesterday. I think too much in the shower. I think I should stop having showers. Excuse me, I need to go away & have little lie-down…

The Things They Say & Do – Week 6

Some of Ellie’s new words & phrases this week: “Yippee!”, “Wow…”, “Oh dear dear”, “I love cake!”, “Tea Party!”, (in the bath, to Jake) “Can you swim?”

Both Jake & Ellie have a ‘thing’ about food being too hot, being a bit nervous of it sometimes even when it’s barely luke-warm. Breakfast, porridge, Jake decides Ellie’s is too hot & blows on it. Ellie says “Thank you”, then blows on Jake’s porridge. Jake: “Thank you”, Ellie: “You’re welcome”. We’re just watching them, delighted.

They’d managed to dismantle a toy garage & Jake was wearing a plastic support rod on his arm. I grabbed another one & wandered around pretending to be a robot, doing my best (meaning very, very bad) robot dance, with sound effects. This was the most hilarious thing EVER & they spent the next million hours trying to imitate me. Come to think of it, I may have videoed it…

I’m lying on my back on the bed during their bedtime routine. Jake is standing on my chest. Feeling tall, he says “Mummy, Daddy, I’m a man!”.

Later, more chest-standing. Me: “You’re Jakezilla, grrrr!!”. The Mummy: “I’m Mummyzilla!”, then Ellie: “Elliezilla!”.

Jake has done great things with some stacky cups, then says: “Daddy: I finished!”.

They both have a fascination with the moon. Spotting it while in the garden, Ellie looks up at it & says: “Amazing…”.

Jake is pretending to spoon me my coffee. With every ‘spoonful’ he says: “Nice?”.

Jake wants to wear the Mummy’s watch. She has a bit of trouble putting it on his wrist, but when she succeeds he says: “Well done!”.

We were drawing outside with chalk. They both decided that the chalk was better employed as pretend ‘phones. Jake is pretending to talk to Mummy Pig. Me: “Did you ‘phone Mummy Pig?”. Jake: “Yes”. “What did she say?”.  He snorts. I laughed. A lot.

We’ve had an eventful week! A lot of these words & phrases they’ve picked up from us, but I really don’t know where they get some of it from!

These may not seem be very exciting to some, especially non-parents, but to us these moments are golden.

This post is my entry for this week’s ‘Things They Say & Do’ blog linky over at Chris’ ‘Thinly Spread‘ blog. Have a look the other posts there: I guarantee a good read!

The Children in the House Go Chatter, Chatter, Chatter

This was to be a post  in my ‘3 Brilliant Things‘ blog, but there were so many great things yesterday, mainly to do with communication, that I thought it deserved a post here in my main Daddying blog.

I’ve been banging on for some time, mostly in that 3BT blog, about how surprised I am at their communication skills. I don’t really know but they seem pretty good considering that they’re only 23 months old.

Ellie’s pronunciation is really good, her vocabulary seems to grow every day & she seems to learn really quickly. She’s like a parrot; she often immediately repeats a word or phrase she hears us say. Jake’s pronunciation isn’t as clear, but his (it seems to me) social awareness compensates for that.

For instance: towards the end of the day we were watching TV & I put ‘Baby Jake‘ on. Ellie, word for word & in perfect timing, copied a part of the spoken introduction, “J is for Jake, our baby brother”. A 7-word sentence! Jake then said, really clearly: “No, not again!”. He then repeated it & I then asked him if he didn’t want to watch Baby Jake & he confirmed that he didn’t. To be fair, it was a repeat…

Earlier, in the garden, we were playing a game. 1 would pretend to be stuck on the ground (it started with Ellie actually stuck, sitting with a leg folded under herself), & then the other would pretend to help them up, along with ‘Daddy’ who did the actual lifting. Great fun. Ellie was consistently saying “Daddy, Jake: I stuck!”. An original 4-word sentence, used correctly in context, & using a personal pronoun (“I” rather than “Ellie”). I’m pretty sure children that age aren’t meant to do that.

During their bedtime routine Ellie was carrying a book. She said what I’m almost certain was “I can read the big book”, then sat down & did exactly that. An original  6-word sentence, again used correctly in context, & again using a personal pronoun.

I’ve mentioned before how Jake, when the Mummy told him that he was her little baby, said indignantly: “I not a baby, I’m Jake!”

I’m constantly amazed by all this. Our little babies – who not so long ago, it seems, were just little confused, immobile, inarticulate (& often smelly) bundles  - are talking, & talking to us! We’re actually having conversations with them, & they with each other!

But I’m also a little confused. Is this normal for children of this age? Are they ahead of the curve? Or am I just looking through the rose-tinted glasses of a doting Dad? I do actually need new glasses…

What are your experiences? Are /were your children little chatterboxes, or quiet as church-mice? I’d really appreciate some feedback here.

This post is my entry for this week’s Things They Say & Do’ blog linky over at Chris’ ‘Thinly Spread‘ blog. Have a look the other posts there: they’re really good!

The Things They Say and Do – Week 4

On Tuesday afternoon while we were all getting ready to go out for a walk Ellie called out: “Are you ready? Let’s go!”. That’s a 5 – count ‘em: 5 – word phrase! I am a proud Dad :)

Blackberry

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During their bedtime routine Jake especially loves being read to while they have their bedtime milk. On Saturday I was reading a book that featured a mouse & blackberries, & Jake was pretending to pick the blackberries from the page & eat them, & also feed them to me. Both of us having spent a lot of the summer picking & eating them in  the garden I said to him: “You like blackberries don’t you?”; “and milk” he added,  finishing a sentence!

We had a first this morning. Jake said “Pee!” very excitedly, ran off,  then came back with a potty: the contents of which appeared to have been just added. A little star! He was very pleased with himself, & rightly so,

These are highlights from the last week’s posts of my ’3 Brilliant Things’ where I (aim to) post 3 things every day that have made me happy, 1 of many 3BT blogs doing just that.

It is also part of Chris’ “Things They Say & Do’ blog linky over at her blog ‘Thinly Spread‘. Please have a read of the other posts there, they’re very good. I can’t hope to compete with the wit & cuteness of those posts – but keep in mind that my twins have only just turned 23 months! They’ve come a long way but still have a long way to go. But then, isn’t that true of us all?