I had some notes for possible blog topics, and apparently if you let the list sit long enough, you will find other bloggers talking about some of the same sorts of things. The Mad Woman Behind the Blog, at Diary of a Mad Woman, was sharing some thoughts about some particular items in her daughter's language development. So sweet!
In our house, there were some minor blending issues with my son. An airplane would "sly", as did the main character in one of our favorite books, Old Black Fly. Doug Slutie would allegedly wave to him from the television during a Bills game. The daughter graced us with "durls" for girls and her brother was "Ma-heww" (said right thru her nose, whereas now she just turns up her nose when she says it at times). My favorite was, and still is, "Hiyo Titty", who will always be very near and dear to my heart (and will always be referred to by that slightly inappropriate name). Little Miss and I spent some limited quality time together in front of the bathroom mirror watching our mouths move to create the desired sounds. Her patience with me during these sessions should have been noted as some foreshadowing for numerous future encounters.
A couple of my other favorite mispronunciations came from a friend's daughter. We still use these words around the house at times. See if you can figure out what they are (no fair for the mom to give the answer). They are "drilled trees", and "dram crappers". (Hint: both are food items very popular with hungry preschoolers.)
As much as I miss the budding language skills of my own children when they were so young, I do enjoy that they are able to appreciate the humor around us now. There is another thing we say in our house that came out of the mouth of a babe. They were playing MarioKart with my dear godson when his mother told him he had time for a just a couple more races. After two races went by, my kids knew the party was over. However, as his mom told him it was time to be done, he fell right to pieces. When he was told that he'd been warned, he pleaded "You said a couple more, that's like NINE or SEVEN!" Be careful how many you ask for around here.
While the children who live in our house (which feels like four of us at times) have left what I guess I should call baby talk behind, I do still find them endlessly entertaining to listen to.