hola, isabel

I think Babboo’s first word was “banana”. But, of course, he said it more like “nana”. It took him a while to say “mama” and he still struggles with his pronunciation a little. But the words, he knows them all. He even knows a few swears. (I am not sure where he learned them. Maybe daycare? Yes, let’s blame daycare!)

When My Sweet Babboo was still learning all of his words he sometimes called things by different names. He called marshmallows “color beans” and raisins “finneys”. Calling these two by the wrong name didn’t last long. He quickly learned they were called marshmallows and would even tease himself for ever calling them “color beans”. But there were two things that, as he got older, he still used the wrong word for them.

Babboo always referred to any type of pirate as a “garibaldi”. He never used the word “pirate”.

“Mommy, I think I want to play with my ‘garibaldi’ ship.”

He knew other people called them pirates. But to him they were “garibaldis”.

Babboo had this cute sticker book all about pirates and the meanest pirate was named Garibaldi. Hence Babboo using that word. The King and I knew what he meant when he said “garibaldi” and quickly so did everyone else we associated with.

(While in Spain, we found an ice cream shop with the same name and instantly got a little too excited and took multiple pictures!)

Another word mix-up he has always done is referring to chocolate milk as “apple drink”. Babboo has never had any type of apple beverage in his life (except maybe that one time he was sick and it was the only thing he could keep down). He knows brown milk is chocolate milk. He knows there is nothing apple related in milk. And yet all chocolate milk is referred to as “apple drink”. He’s even been known to say, “Some people call it ‘chocolate milk’. But I call it ‘apple drink’.” Seriously, he knows it’s not apple drink. He just likes to call it that.

And really we’ve never tried to correct him. Since we knew he knew he was using the incorrect word, we didn’t see the need to correct him.

Plus dude, it was so cute to hear him say “garibaldi” and get mad at anyone who dared call it a pirate ship.

Sometime last month, when he got his latest and greatest pirate ship, he dropped the “garibaldi” moniker and started called them pirates. He would laugh and say things to The King and I like, “remember when I was a baby and called pirates ‘garibaldi’?”

I missed hearing him call them that. My babbbyyy was growing up. But he was still saying “apple drink”, so I was okay. Sort of.

Last night, on the way home from The King’s parents house, Babboo said that he wanted some apple drink when we got home. We told him that would be fine and that we’d be home in a few more minutes.

“I don’t think I want to tell it ‘apple drink’ anymore. I want to call it ‘chocolate milk’.”

“It’s okay to call it ‘apple drink’. Mommy likes it when you say that.”

“I’m getting bigger.”

He’s right. He’s getting bigger. He can call things whatever he wants.

This morning, after he woke up, he requested some “apple drink”. My heart burst with love and I did not correct him.

He cal have all the “apple drink” he wants.

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I forgot to tell you about my latest New Thing.  I got new hair.  AGAIN.