Awake enough to type

I am not sure if I am awake enough to type or not. The twins are not sleeping very well this week and the attention required between them and Lolo is pretty damn challenging. We have enrolled Lolo in a school for 3 days a week that lasts from 9:00 am to 1:00 pm so the wife gets somewhat of a break during those hours. I don't see how she does it. We need to praise the women in our lives! Raising children with the husband working full time is not a cakewalk.

Atticus projectile shat the other day. I heard all this commotion and I ran into the nursery to find the wife standing there holding his feet up in the air with a slosh of green sludge that stretched from the source to the changing table, across the wipes, the diaper trash and onto the opposite wall. I had no idea that such a little colon could hold such destructive force. It was quite entertaining.

Since Lolo has been spending a lot of time with the in-laws (Mimi and PawPaw) she is starting to pick up their dialect. My inlaws are the best people in the world and I love them dearly. The way they talk has absolutely nothing to do with their integrity or education. However, their dialect of English kind of has me puzzled.

Syllables multiply like rabbits in their speech. For example, most of us go to sleep in a bed. They pronounce the sleeping place as "bayud". The talking horse is not Ed but "Ayud". The green stuff that grows on the ground in the shade is not moss but "maws". If you get kicked in the shin your leg is not sore it is "sower". The fibrous material that grows on top of your "hayud" is "hayer". So you get the picture. I could go on and on.

Well now my daughter has picked up this speech and it really shouldn't bother me, but I would prefer it if my daughter would speak more in my dialect (a little less country). I consistently give my wife hell about it since she slips into that dialect very easily (especially when she is with her parents). The bottom line... one should not judge others by the color of their skin, sex, religion, sexual orientation, and most certainly not the way they talk. However judging others by political affiliation is allowed but that is another post.

My conversation with Lolo today on the drive home:

Lolo: Where is the sun?
Me: Behind the clouds

Lolo: Where is the sun?
Me: Behind the clouds

Lolo: Where is the sun?
Me: Behind the clouds
Lolo: Ohhhhhhh............ pauses.... Daddy.
Me: Yes dear
Lolo: Where is the sun?
Me: Behind the clouds.

Lolo: Where is the moon?
Me: Behind the clouds.

Lolo: Where are the stars?
Me: Behind the clouds.

Lolo: Where is the sun?
Me: Behind the clouds

Lolo: Here daddy (holding out her thumb and index finger pressed together) you want my boogie?
Me: No, mommy wants your boogie. Give it to her when we get home.