I wish to thank both Swampy for hosting this week's adventure and Nikki for hosting the fun St. Patrick's Day event. If you wish to participate in this week's alphabetical challenge, visit the Swampwitch at Anecdotes, Antidotes, and Anodes. I trust that both Swampy and Nikki will forgive my two for one Fun Monday post.
Sunday, March 23, 2008
Two for One Fun Monday
The venerable Swampwitch of Anecdotes, Antidotes, and Anodes is the hostess of this week's Fun Monday. Swampy is essentially asking us to compile an alphabetical list of attributes on a topic of our choice. My list includes reasons or excuses for my absence in the blogging world.
Because of some of the reasons listed above, I was unable to participate in last week's Fun Monday hosted by Nikki of My Husband Calls Me Weird. The challenge that she offered the participants was to tell about words created by our family members. I remember a few endearing words spoken by our sons as babies. Our older son, Dean, called music, monkeys. Later at 18 months, he called hamburger, hangabur. When he first said this word, I did not understand what he meant so he repeated the word slowly (as if we spoke a different language), "hang-ga-burr." Normally, Dean enunciated his words very clearly and seemed to have no trouble speaking correctly. However, we thought that his word was so cute that we did not correct his pronunciation of hamburger until a few years later. Our younger son, Luke, spoke well too. At 18 months, he would say "thirsty" when he needed a drink clearly enunciating that difficult "th" sound. Luke said some unusual phrases, like " When I was a blue child." and "I can't fly." Although lack of Luke's flying ability may be obvious, why he was compelled to relay about being a "blue child" his parents will never know.