From the Mouth of a Goon

Inspired by my sister's growing list of things that that sweetiedoll Iris (my youngest niece and Olive's favored playmate) is saying lately, I'm going to compile my own for Olive to date (she was a late bloomer as far as talking goes, so these things are big news to us still):

I'us (Iris)

Ahguh (Abigail)

Djack (Jack)

Kell

Mimi

Pop Pop

moose

mouse

horse

house

deer

b'fy (butterfly)

boot

shoe

sock

dog

jeans

coat

juice

apple

nurse

owl

stick

waddie (water)

mole

Pappa/Pappas

Mamma/Mammas (she'll sometimes pluralize these for reasons unknown. It's adorable and makes her name for Rob sound Greek)

Neen (what I call Nina)

Ayux (Alex)

Noh (Noah)

Doug

Cheeyos

beebee (baby)

pie

potato

pamamas (pajamas)

soup

cackie (cracker)

ohmeah (oatmeal)

Tistie (Thirstie - her diaper cover)

yeaf (leaf)

book

fox

piggie

ki'i (kiwi)

cwock (clock)

yogi (yogurt)

nucky (monkey)

'innow (window)

Buggy

Ahma come up (signifying her desire to climb up onto the couch or bed to be with us)

Come on

Bye-bye (to Papa, Mamma, shoes, 'arry, Kim, etc.)

Nuh-night

And my favorite word of all was inspired by Richard Scarry: the green-suited pig who is forever chasing his wind-swept hat, Mr. Frumble. To Olive he is simply a garbled Fhrummew. She can't be bothered with proper titles.