Warren was pretty slow to start talking. At some point around
when he was 2 and a half, he had just started combining two simple
words together -- "Pee pee", "Baby peet" (thirsty), "Papa no". One
winter day while we were out on a walk, he drops his pacifier in the
bottom of his carriage and reaches for it. In perfect
grammatically-correct Russian, he exclaims "Oy! Bolshoi Fima ne
laziet v'malinkyu dyrku" (big Fima doesn't fit into the little hole).
I gave up trying to keep up with his level of Russian ever since :P
4/29/2007
Sasha gives Warren math puzzles. "If you're driving a train and
there are 7 cars on the train. Each car has 8 bunnies. How old is
the driver?" Warren says "4... no 4 and a half".
The next one: "If you have 4 trains and I give you 3 pears, how
many apples do you have?" "Is a pear a kind of a train?"
4/30/2007
We read Thaisa book after book from her standard bedtime
repertoire. Frustrated, we finally just left her to cry for more.
After a minute or two, the crying stops, then Warren comes in and
explains how he told her to calm down, and read her a bedtime story