bouquets of clumsy words

Before i get into the heart of this post, let me just express the sheer joy i am experiencing in my heart for a few seconds. there are so many wonderful, blog inspiring events that occur over the course of my days. each day reveals something new to me. of course they aren't always grand or dramatic or exciting...but each day truly holds something for me to think about, which in turn holds the potential to be a post on this blog. there is something extremely therapeutic about blogging. i love it. i get to rehash the days events and express myself in a way that you can only do through writing. so you can imagine what a bummer it has been for me to have a computer that decided to go on strike the past week. what was normally taking me 15 to 20 minutes to blog about was turning into a drawn out ordeal because of the massive mood swings my motherboard was having. so i just haven't done it. i just didn't have the patience (or time) to sit through the pain of having my mind five steps ahead of my computer. it took massive amounts of patience....which i only possess "above average" amounts of... and above average amounts of time...which i have only "minimal" amounts of concerning anything that has to do with "me". so...for the past week my therapy has involved a warm tub of bubbles and a glass of Riesling instead of my usual date with the keyboard. i have been wanting to write for so many days now about various things ranging from the fact that my neighbors house got struck by lightening during the storm on thursday, or about asher's new gymnastics class, or about his playdates, or about the evolution of his imagination...but i haven't had the motivation to jump on this thing and give it a go. i thought the resistance my computer was having towards me was a sign that i should just back off. "what you resist...persists!"....SO....my babies are asleep after a car ride home and my curiosity in seeing if my computer is over her crisis has paid off! i am typing words as they come to my mind and they are showing up on my screen! yahooooooooooooooooo now....with all of that....i only have one thing to write about today. asher has developed what i might call "colorful" vocabulary in the past week. it is completely innocent, the child really has no idea of the social connotations that have been attached to these words he keeps uttering out of his perfect little mouth. unbenownst to him....he has really added some spice to our conversations. language development can be hard...sometimes entertaining... or shocking and all in all wonderfully complex. he has displayed quite an appreciation for the letter F these days. he likes to replace letters like TR or M with F....even though the original letters do their jobs well....they just don't make the cut in asher's vocabulary this month. he really likes F. to give you an idea of what i am talking about. i would like to share with you a couple of short conversations i have had with him in the past few days. the first one involves him talking about the firetrucks that appeared in front of our house after our neighbors home went up in flames on thursday (would have been another post within itself but the inspiration has escaped me). just as my mind started to wander while i watched the flames and smoke fly from the roof of a house some 50 feet away....just as i started to float into the abyss of realizing, out of all the places in the universe for lightening to strike, we were a little too close for comfort....asher offers some comedic relief. he had already been the one to bring my attention to the fire. now, as the trucks drove up with their sirens....he wanted to point them out to me. now i could just tell you to replace the letters TR with F as you read the dialogue below....but i'm just going to write it all out for you to see. just know that it is intended to be just as innocent as it was when it was first spoken. "mama da fider fuk" "ya buddy...those are fire trucks. they are going to help our neighbors" "ya...da fider fuk hep" "yes...they will help" and he continues to point out each of the 10 trucks as they showed up one by one "mama mo fider fuk" "yes buddy there are more fire trucks, that's right!" "fee fo fee fo....fider fuk!" (three, four, three, four fire trucks- this is asher's way of counting) something akin to this conversation took place over the course of the three plus hours it took for the fire trucks to stay in front of our house and take care of business. it was also retold to josh when he got home...just so he was in the loop. we talked about fire trucks a lot that night. we also tried to get the consonant T down. "asher can you say ta, ta, ta, ta ta TRUCK?" "ya...fa fa fa fa fa FUK" We're still working on that one. In fact, just yesterday asher tripped over his toy truck in the house and came up to me exclaiming with all seriousness... "mama da fuk owie hurt" "did you get hurt on your truck?" "ya owie hurt....fuk" this was followed by another lesson on the consonant T ta ta ta ta ta TRUCK. to no avail....he really likes the letter F. he often asks "where'd go fuk?" (where did the truck go?) Other conversations that leave me with my hand over my mouth trying to disguise the fact that I really want to bust a gut involve his endearment towards his new gymnastics class or "na-dics" as he calls it....and the delight he had in playing with his friend Zeke the other day or "dic" has he so confidently calls him. it appears he likes the letter D as well. and another usage of the letter F that baffles me is his ever changing word for milk. some days it is "bok"...other days it is "fok" and just this morning he quite inquisitively looked into my eyes and asked for some "botty fuk" (chocolate milk). he also likes to call berries "booty"...and the list goes on. now if i thought there was any chance of this all being something intentional...i would have quite a bit to be concerned over. but since i know that it is all a matter of displacement and experimentation...i will just enjoy it while it lasts and continue to smile at the innocent, yet saucy, expressions coming from my two year old who loves the letter F.