Showing posts with label TJ Says. Show all posts
Showing posts with label TJ Says. Show all posts

Friday, May 27, 2011

TJ Says

TJ wants a "granilla" bar for breakfast. I'm not sure if that's sweet like vanilla or dangerous like Godzilla.

Tuesday, February 3, 2009

TJ Says

I want some milk-y in my cup for the bible tells me so.

Sunday, January 11, 2009

Conversation with TJ

A true Roswell, TJ has a conversation starter. Once introductions have been made or if he feels there is a lull in the conversation, he says, "this is my mama." He motions to me, his treasure. Every time he does this, I want to sweep him up and tell him that he's my treasure.

I've also heard him say, "this is my Paul," and, "this is my Amina." Sorry dad! Maybe there just aren't any lulls in your conversations.

Wednesday, December 10, 2008

Favorite TJ Phrases

I a big boy.
Paul! Paaaaul! Time to eat!
C'mon Paul.
I want cow-ie.
I want milk.
Carry me.
I want to hold you.
I nako.
I poopie again. (luckily not while nako)
NO!
That tickles.
Jesus loves me this I know (singing)
a b c d e f g (singing)
1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10
It's pink. (it's usually not - I worry that he's color blind like Coker)
I Tim.
I TJ. (I hope he's not confused)

Of course, he is still Little Sir Echo and repeats many of the things Coker, Paul and I say. He likes to sing and is especially inspired if the singer on the radio, or OK, if I really belt it out.

Wednesday, October 15, 2008

Little Sir Echo

Mom reminded me of a game my aunt played with me when I was little. I don’t know if my Aunt Maeda invented “Little Sir Echo,” but as far as I'm concerned, she did. TJ is at the perfect Little Sir Echo stage. He repeats the last couple of words anyone says. Here’s the formula (singing is required – you can call for the tune):

Me: Little Sir Echo

TJ: Sir Echo

Me: How do you do?

TJ: You do

We all giggle.

Monday, October 13, 2008

TJ's Song

TJ enjoyed the State Fair so much he felt like singing on the way home...



Sorry I don't know how to do the bouncing ball thing, but I'll try to translate. "To you, bye bye, bye bye, at house, at McDonald's, ????, I did it (6 times)" I'm not really sure what he's celebrating having accomplished, but he'll break into this song at Paul's suggestion. Finally, he's tired at goes to the thumb.

Thursday, June 19, 2008

Baby Talk

TJ is brilliant. He can talk. His best-enunciated word is “cookie.” “Mine” is also very clear. His other words include: mama, dada, Paul, ball (which is very difficult to differentiate from Paul – I use context), cow (which means any animal except dog), dog, TJ, and car.

He’s also a whiz with pointing. Yesterday, he told me, “Dada failed to change my diaper when he got me up.” I learned this from one point, which emphatically indicated his bulging diaper. Today, he told me, “I’m really thirsty and I want to drink out of the cars cup with a straw.” This statement took a series of gestures to indicate pick me up, go from the bedroom into the kitchen, open the cabinet and get the prized cup.

I love Timothy’s baby talk, which must really mean something. He’ll make sure to catch my eye, sometimes by placing his hand on my face before he carefully speaks in his own language. Every time he does this, I wish to be quick enough record his sweet voice to play back over and over.