Duncan and Tristan are going through the 2-year-old explosion of complex language. The new things they spit out with perfect clarity every day are pretty entertaining. Some examples:
Newt! Orange newt!!
Chimney with smoke coming out!!
Waning gibbous moon! ORANGE waning gibbous MOOOOOON!!!!!
Green Bank Telescope!!! OTHER TELEscooopessss!!
And that's not even counting the constant commentary about how people are naked under their clothes and should immediately show the twins various parts of their anatomy so that those parts can be counted. One, two, THREE, six, NINE, eight!! Dad has nipples! Yikes.
I have to brag a little about the clever things that the boys say, because we are in a long terrible slump in terms of their diet. Duncan lives on peanut butter sandwiches, yogurt, and the juice he slurps out of clementines. "Want butter-sandwich. Yeah." Tristan subsists entirely on whole wheat pasta, peas, and raisins, but his shape preferences for the pasta vary erratically. We survived and adapted our shopping habits to the "PENNE!!!" stage, now we've moved on to MORE ROTINI phase. Funnily enough, "rotini" is one of the words Tristan can't say well. The hungrier and more emphatic he is about wanting to eat it, the more it sounds like, "Protein! More Protein!" I like to mess with him by deliberately misunderstanding. "Oh, good! You finally want to eat something besides starch? Would you like some cheese? No? Sausage? Tofu? Pork chops?" Sadly, the kid knows how to communicate: "No! Want protein NOOODLES!" Sign language for emphasis.
2 comments:
Duncan's diet sounds a lot like Tara's. She would be happy to have a "pbj" for all meals of the day. I thank smoothies for me being able to get some veggies in her.
If I can sneak into the kitchen and make Cal's lunch before he knows it, I can avoid PB&J everyday but it's hard. He ate two of those sandwiches in one sitting yesterday!
At least peanut butter has protein, right?
And as a side note, it seems PB&J is an American thing. Who knew?
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