Tuesday, August 1, 2017

I Heart Dylan

Dylan hearts bananas. Dylan hearts jinetsaurs. Dylan hearts Mickey Mouse. 

Somehow the phrase developed by an advertising firm in the seventies has entered my sons vernacular. He doesn't like things—he hearts them. 

It's always amazing and unpredictable watching a baby learn to talk. Not just those first sounds and words—those are pretty standard—but the phrases and idioms and mispronunciations that follow as they stumble into fluency. It's as if I landed in Paris and just started walking up to people and parroting back phrases I thought I'd heard until I got what I needed. Thank God babies are so cute. 

Even before I had kids, I was aware that kids repeat everything you say, but what I didn't realize is that kids repeat everything you say. It's not just the odd dirty word either. Want to know how much you use any word or phrase, have a kid? I never realized how much I used the phrases "seriously" or "c'mon." I never realized how much I called people "hun" until my two-year-old started sounding like she was serving coffee at a diner. 

But now my influence has faded. Big sisters' cartoons have taken over with my baby and Dylan walks around babbling about things like "rain gates" that I assume are total nonsense until some more informed six-year-old explains which episode of Shimmer and Shine the rain gate appeared in.

And now he hearts things. My sweet little boy basically speaks in emoji. 

And I want to remember this nonsense forever. 

When all my friends were starting their blogs and I created this one, I thought I would use it as a journal to record the little quirky and hilarious things my daughters said and did so that I could hold onto them forever Ha! Take a look back; I totally haven't done that. 

I usually can't even remember the adorable things my kids did by the time Peter gets home. 

Pruitt said the cutest thing today…What was it, again?…Something about bears. 

There is something beautifully ephemeral about the words of little ones. They're like dandelions—unable to be pressed between the pages of a book and saved for later. You just enjoy them while they're alive in your ears and acknowledge that there will always be a new one popping up again soon. 

I heart that.