Andrew calls “lightbulbs”, “lightbobs”. He calls “screens”, “screams”. (as in, ‘Mom! Look what’s on the TV scream!’) And he *still* sometimes tells me that he’ll go “check a look” (as in “Andrew, what’s Isaac doing?” “I don’t know. I’ll go check a look.”)
Isaac calls “upside-down” “up-spy-down”. When something is on its side, he calls that “right-by-side”. I have many, many moles…which he calls “buttons” and then he pushes them. One night Andrew, Dave and I were sitting on the couch and Isaac stood in front of us, waving his arms at us. “What’s that? What’s that? what’s that?” he asked, referring to us. “What IS that?” I asked back. “Friends.” he said.
One night, Andrew was having a hard time just before dinner and went to his room for a breather. The rest of us sat down to eat and Isaac pointed to Andrew’s chair “that chair is NOT full of Andrew.” he said. “that chair is full of nobody.”
Gosh, there are so many things they say everyday that I want to remember. So many things that they both get delightfully wrong. Or, sometimes, brilliantly wrong. I really need to get better at recording. Or maybe it would be wiser, to hear it and love it while its happening, and not be too uptight about recording things. Let the moments flow, and trust that the things I am able to remember will be a mighty fine sampling.