Wednesday, May 14, 2008

The Graduated Darling

Kenley seems to really be maturing, for a 2-and-a-half-year-old, anyway. Her vocabulary has exploded and she is stringing together her own thoughts, forming complete sentences and communicating quite well. I love to hear her display her knowledge and yet I'm a little sad that I no longer hear some of those words that made sense only to me.

Here are a few of the things I miss.
Noise = chocolate milk (Not sure how she drew this connection)
Igik = Isaac
And...others that I can't think of right this moment...

And while she's maturing there are a few things that still escape her grasp, like knock-knock jokes. She loves to tell knock-knock jokes. Here is an example of her comedy.

Knock, knock.
Who's there?
Orange who?
Orange eat your face or don't.

*Any word may be substituted here, the rest of the joke always ends the same.

She also has a cute pronunciation of Cinderella: Snirwehuh.

And our favorite is to have her say her name. We have this exchange quite often.

What's your name?
(Adamantly) No, not Tenny. TENNY.
(Even more sternly and highly exagerated) NOT TENNY. TENNY.
Yeah, Tenny.

That old cliche about kids growing up too fast has stuck around for a reason.


K.C. said...

Oh, I love when kids start talking! Kara is now...kind of. You know, it's the mumbling kind of talking. I can't wait for her to start talking!

Kelsey Smith said...

That last ones too cute!!

K said...

Orange eat your face or don't??? Where did that come from?

I love it when babies start speaking. The way they use words to express themselves is charming. Incoherent, but charming.

Caroline said...

The "Tenny" one really made me neice does the same thing. The other day there was a conversation that went something like this:
Let's go put this outside
In mommy's cow?
Mommy's cow?
No, mommy's cow
No! Cow!
Oh, car!
Yeah, mommy's cow

Kari said...

LOL, I like her knock-knock joke! Little kids are hilarious.

I have a cousin that I was babysitting when he was probably 2-3 and we had a very similar conversation:

Me: What is your cat's name?
Him: Yady.
Me: Yady?
Him (getting frustrated): No, YADY.
Me (still confused): Yady?
Him (more adamant and speaking slower because I am obviously slow): No. YA-DY.
Me: Lady?
Him (very nonchalant and matter-of-factly): Yeah, Yady.