Max's Language

Max isn't talking yet but she's getting there. She says the normal things like, momma, dad-o, papaw, Nana, pup, wow, bebe (baby), Tss Stt (Toy Story) etc. She has a different way to communicate too.

It's possible I'm the only one who can translate this, because I see/hear it all the time. It's heavy on the vowels and quite hilarious.

A few examples:

When Max and Ruby pops up on Nickelodeon she gets really excited and says, "Maaaaaaaaaaa!" This is simply translated to "Omigosh it's Max and Ruby! I'm so FRIGGIN excited!"

When I say, "Anybody wanna eat?" She runs to the kitchen and screams "Eeeeeeeeeee!" Easy translation is "Omigosh I'm so hungry! This is so FRIGGIN exciting."

If Jax takes something away from her (which is all the time) she belts out a big, "BAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!" This one's a little more difficult but with the help of Google Translate and the emotions on her face accompanied by the waving of her arms its easy to tell she's saying, "OMIGOSH SISTER STOP TAKING MY STUFF THIS IS NOT FRIGGIN EXCITING!"

It's easy to see where all of this is going so I will just leave you with one more...life sometimes is just a little exciting and when it gives Max something to enjoy she let's out a simple "Aaaaaaaaahhhhh!" With the help of this visual aide at the end of this blog I can translate it to, "Omigosh I love getting to color while we wait for food! This is so FRIGGIN exciting!"

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I love my little weirdos.

Jax likes to name things. Once she names it, it will never change. An example is the pacooter room. She can say "computer." But refuses to use that word. I must admit that pacooter is more fun to say...but still, this may need to be fixed soon.
Another thing she has given name to is the restaurant. Any and all restaurants have the same title, "Hungry House." Months back she asked if we were going to the the "hungry house." Husband and I looked to one another, shrugged our shoulders, and said "yeah." And that was it.

Now, she can recognize logos. She will tell you if we are going to Wendy's, McDonald's, Chic-fil-a, or wherever else. But all together its just a hungry house. When we pull up to Chili's she will relent a little by saying, "Oooo...a BIG hungry house."

To me, its hilarious, adorable, I love it/never want to change it....but yesterday when we were leaving the pediatrician's office, Jaxon asked if we were going to the hungry house.

Well, I'm wrestling with Max/ushering a 3 year old who's fascinated with the world/trying not to trip over my feet and appease her by saying "Yes, we will go to the hungry house."

"Oooh yeah!" She says, "We're going to the hungry house." She does her "hungry house shimmy" and that's when an office full of pediatricians and nurses look at me like WHAT THE FRACK ARE YOU TEACHING YOUR CHILD?!

I laughed. I explained. They laughed. And we all went about our day.

But its nagging at me, for one reason only. I don't know why it is that my mom's side of the family does this but when we eat Macaroni and Cheese, we DO NOT call it by its nickname, Mac n Cheese. We call it Cheese Noodles. Because that's what it is! Cheesy noodles!

I always get the weird looks from friends....or when I'm ordering it at a Hungry House, my husband will cringe, apologize to the waitress that I don't get out much, and ask for mac n cheese....(noted: his reaction is in a joking loving manner...in no way is he rude about it).

Anyway, this is yet another pointless, random blog about why my daughters are destined to grow up like their crazy mother...so please be nice to them when they ask to go to a Hungry House to order Cheese Noodles.

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There's an app for that.

So. I have a new application for my phone. Maybe, just maybe, I will be blogging more. Anyway, for now I'm just seeing if this works the way I want it to.

I guess I can make this blog useful by telling you that Max has a new nickname. Her daddy is worried about her hating it later, but really I don't see the problem with calling her "Moo-Moo." She is now walki- well, running. Causing mayhem. Breaking Christmas trees. And all of the sweet ladies at church know her by name.

Actually, they know she belongs to me. When I enter the nursery they don't hesitate to get her out of there. Not that my little Moo-moo is bad....she just has an attachment to my left arm and likes to throw fits when she's not perched on it.

Moving on.

Jax is three. She's taken to being a good big sister and loves Max most when she is asleep. Kidding. She really does love her.

Jax loves to sing and dance and quote movies. More so when Glee is on. It's quite frightening really, watching a three year old mimicking dance moves to Time Warp and Bad Romance, but I can't help but love it.

K. Well, that's enough written for a test blog. Let's hope this works, and maybe I will share more later.

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