The girls both started talking very young, and have graced our lives with thousands of unique words and phrases. Sadly, most of them have vanished into the mists of time and a sleep-deprived mind. But every now and then a gem reasserts itself for no apparent reason, and I have vowed to try and record as much as I can.
Here are the “lost words” I’ve remembered this week:
When DD#1 was little, she fell in love with her grandmother’s ancient beagle, a venerable, gentle beast with a sweet nature and very soft fur. At age 2, DD#1 had a deep, slightly Scots voice and a solemn aspect. She used to sit for hours in the garden at Granny’s house, with Shona-the-dog’s head in her lap, gently pulling out her long, floppy ears. She turned to me and said, “Mommy, she has such beautiful gears“.
DD#2 has an abiding love affair with all things beautiful, pink, Barbie, floral, ponyish or roselike. So it stands to reason that when Julian-the-tutor presents Barbie-as-Annelise a beautiful pink rose and tells her it is called “Rose Centifolia”, that should become her new favourite thing. We had a bush that bore dark pink azaleas in the garden of one of the houses we rented around this time, and she decided that the blooms were that very item presented to Princess Annelise by her true love. Unfortunately, her pronunciation was a little off and that is how, for over a year, we tended a little known Rosa Sapacola plant.
And then today we were treated again:
DD#1 just finished her turn on the PC (without being told), gently turned to her sster, lovingly placed her hand on DD#2’s knee, and said, “You’re on our own, Toots”.