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| Edmund With His Memoirs Doing a Silly Pose |
This past Thursday Steven and I celebrated our sixth anniversary. Yes I do know our actual anniversary is May 20th, but since we have no idea where we'll be on the baby front we thought it best to celebrate a little early. May 20th will also mark the seventh anniversary of our engagement. We were engaged in Central Park in NYC and that night saw Wicked for the first time. So for this double anniversary of sorts, Steven surprised me with tickets to Wicked at the Durham Performing Arts Center (it's been named one of the top theaters in the country, so they know how to put on a show). Despite being a bit uncomfortable at this point in my pregnancy, I had a great time.
Before the show we went out to dinner at one of my favorite restaurants, Guglhupf, and got to reminiscing about how far Edmund has come in his language development. This is one area where Edmund never struggled, as the first thing strangers comment on when they meet Edmund is how verbal he is. While he was indeed talking at an early age, he still had cute ways of saying certain words. We found ourselves wondering when in fact he replaced the "baby talk" for the more sophisticated vocabulary he uses today.
Here is a look back at some of Edmund's favorite toddler phrases. Edmund loves trains and especially tunnels, but for toddler Edmund they were "choo choos" and "nunnels." Any liquid beverage he referred to as "watoo." Edmund was and is still all about the food, but back then whenever he wanted to eat he'd ask for "nenu", which translated into dinner or any meal for that matter. Dogs were "gogs" or "goggies." This last one persisted into his third year, but sometime over the past year, "gogs" and "goggies" went the way of the others.
This reminiscing was not brought on by the thought of our new addition, but instead because that very afternoon Edmund walked into the house with a little booklet he had made while at Grandma's. He had carefully written on the pages in a hard to decipher script. But Edmund knew just what he had written and proudly declared to us that he had "written his memoirs." And so we found ourselves asking the question, "how does a little boy, who just two years ago referred to "tunnels" as "nunnels", suddenly turn into a child who comes home talking about his memoirs?" While we might scientifically understand the process, this is something I think all parents, including me and Steven, will wonder about as our children move from one childhood stage to the next in what seems like the blink of an eye..
