Old School Vocabulary

By ryan in Life, Ryder 0 Comment
Real Words are For Nerds

Real Words are For Nerds

Nowadays, Ryder speaks pretty clearly for a kid his age, at least when he’s not crushing us with whining or the other verbal antics typical of an almost 3 year old. This wasn’t always the case. Since we’re his parents, we’ve almost always been able to understand him, but there were some times when it took a particular understanding of his unique and colorful vocabulary. Here’s a primer of what we could remember from his old vocabulary:

  • Peendoh: tomato
  • Goko: squirrel*
  • Racoot: racoon
  • Yabogook: ladybug
  • Weeki: Kiwi (fruit)
  • Kineapple: Pineapple
  • Mazageen: Magazine

And some variation on a theme – sometimes it’s all about the context:

  • Bakeebah: broccoli
  • Bakeebah: bicycle
  • Mobakeebah: motorcycle

And the showstopper.
Drumroll please….

  • Alloowah: I love you.

*Ryder once told us: “Gokos love donuts.” We later came to understand that while it didn’t make much sense on the face of it, but the word “donuts” contains “nuts” and we had already talked about how squirrels loved nuts. See, it makes perfect sense.

Old School Vocab in Action

costco! dream shatterer.

By cait in Ryder 0 Comment

Carrots

I did it again. I know you’ve done it. I convinced my husband that we really needed those three good sized bottles of carrot juice from Costco. The conversation went something like this: me: “ooh look they have carrot juice, it’s only $8 for 3! and it’s organic”

Ryan: “do you like carrot juice?”

me: “I don’t know, probably. I have a recipe that sounds really good. I can make smoothies every morning.”

Ryan: “hmm.” (in his mind debating if this is worth the argument, decides to forgo the $8 for marital bliss)

me: “they had just one bottle, not organic at target for like $4. this is a steal.”

Cut to a month later and Ryan is still drinking the carrot juice by himself. Ryder and I had smoothies one morning. Ryder looked suspiciously at the orange-y color of the smoothie and decided it was not for him. I looked way past the color, enjoyed the smoothie, but unfortunately tried some carrot juice by itself one day. I am not in favor of it as a juice. It tasted dirty and sweet. Dirty like dirt. I thought Costco was going to deliver me into a world of fitness and healthful eating in one $8 package of carrot juice. It was not to be. Now I am on an unspoken Costco probation period where my Costco desires must be scrutinized more closely than before. It’s understandable. It’s a dangerous place for a small family, two of whom are picky eaters.