I feel like I’ve been trying to catch rain in a bucket for the past year and now, suddenly, I’m caught in a torrential downpour. I’m talking about words. W-O-R-D-S. As in, Archer has them. Them, becoming more plural as the days pass.
Yes! It’s flash-flooding words in the SFTB household and of course, this leaves me speechless.
This morning I went to fetch Archer from his crib and he pointed out the window and said, like second nature, “lookada caca!”
I looked for the caca and sure enough? There it was. A caca!
This isn’t the first time Archer has said “helicopter.” If you’ll recall, many moons ago I posted about Archer’s first word: helicopter, which I suppose still is his first word, except he never said it again after that. Until now.
“Caca! Caca! Caca!”
And then he called me, Rebecca. (Gagecka) So I guess that answers this question.
Hi, this is Howl and I’m Gagecka. Welcome to our home.
And of course, not long after that he told me to shut up: tut-up, Gagaecka!
And let’s see, what else. Oh yeah, I love you sooooo much = Agagaga OOOOOOOOH gunk.
I know these may not sound like real words but it’s happening! His language is becoming some kind of gourmet fusion English/Archerish language that I can actually understand and respond to!
I mean, if this doesn’t call for a party, then I don’t know
what does guck guz.