Sitting in front of my blank screen, lamenting my 100 day challenge on day 15 a phrase went through my head.

“Oh mine gosh.”

For many years Leo used the word mine instead of my. Speaking in sentences at 16 months it was always funny for him to reveal his age. “Mine arm hurts.” Those are mine legos Ollie.”

Oliver himself had a few phrases that stuck with us.

Whenever he measured anything, height or length for sure, weight and time sometimes the total came to: two forty half inches. He would toddle around, snot running from his nose, tape measure in hand. The table: two forty half inches, the door, two forty half inches, the cat. Well, the cat wouldn’t stay still but he was pretty sure she was two forty half inches.

Whenever I tell a banal story, and am met with glazed vacant stares I mock myself by asking…”should I tell it again.” For a little Oliver the answer was always yes. “More talk about it.” He would say.

Whatever interested him he thought we should “more talk about it.” At two this could get exhausting, but now I am almost always happy to more talk about it with him.

Food had their own special names;

matoetoes, hamburburger, others that don’t come to mind right now.

Their little kid phrases have gone. To be replaced by things like:

No one knows how long a lifetime is…Leo

Why do you feel down and not up? Because you know that gravity is the answer, but if you go far enough you ask how did gravity get made and how the earth became true, so the farther you go the less you know…Leo

Are you guys even in this conversation anymore or have we strayed from the subject and lost you? Oliver

I bet the app store is the app that makes the most money. Oliver

Oliver: I love multi tools, they are the most handy thing ever. Leo: No, a parent is.

It sounds less cute, but it feels more real. Do you remember your kids’ baby talk? What about the not so baby talk?

PS special thanks to notabli for helping me get through a post on a day with 3 great shows waiting for me on Tivo.


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Anna Rosenblum Palmer is a freelance writer based in Denver, CO. She writes about sex, parenting, cat pee, bi-polar disorder and the NFL; all things inextricably intertwined with her mental health. In her free time she teaches her boys creative swear words, seeks the last missing puzzle piece and thinks deeply about how she is not exercising. Her writing can be found on Babble,, Great Moments in Parenting, Ravishly, Good Men Project, Sammiches and Psych Meds, Playpen, Crazy Good Parent, and YourTango. She also does a fair amount of navel gazing on her own blog at

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