I guess I should start with the eldest, Elina. This one is quite the pistol. She is too smart for her age and absorbs everything going on around her. Every conversation, every mannerism, every opinion, everything. With her very strong opinions, mostly regurgitated from overheard conversations, I often forget that she is a child. She is absolutely passionate and at times a tad too dramatic, even for a child. She has quite an impressive fake cry, though I can see straight through it. When it starts up i say "FAKE", under my breath. I don´t dare say it out loud, just in case she understands me. That´s how scared of her I am. She is the princess of the house, knows it, and knows how to use it to her advantage. You have got to watch out because she has a ridiculously good memory and has the ability to turn your words around on you. "Te mate!", she says with a smug smile and her index finger pointed accusingly in my direction (this directly translates to I killed you, which is slang for I am so right and you are so wrong). She loves the fact that I can't understand everything she says, which directly relates to my main motivation for wanting to learn Spanish. Some day, I want to kill her (not literally... you know what I mean). I hate to be outsmarted by a 9 year old girl.
On to the middle child, Luz, whose name means light in Spanish. Although I can´t quite recall what I was like as a child, I can imagine that I was EXACTLY like Luz. This child sleeps everywhere: at the dinner table, 30 seconds after a hard-core giggle fest, even on a dirt bike (no joke). I fell asleep at a New Kids on the Block concert once when I was 8, and I thought no one could ever beat that. Low and Behold.... Luz. Even for a child, she is too imaginative and easy going. She takes everything with a grain of salt, even her sister's sometimes over-demanding requests. She is slower than a snail and frankly does not give a crap. She spills a drink, gets her brand new birthday dress dirty, or drops all her cookies then shrugs her shoulders and moves on with her life. Sometimes I look at her and wonder where she is. What I wouldn't give to take a swim in that little brain of hers.
Despite the dramatic differences between these girls, they are equally a joy to be around. Variety is the spice of life, and these girls are SPICY.
On to the third child, Eliseo, or who I like to call "the screamer". This little tyke is creeping on the age of 2 and has quite an extensive vocabulary, although there are only a few words that are the staples. I like to think of it as it's own language, really.
tato=tractor Loo=Luz babu=dog dadoo=?
tita= coke Ina=Elina mama layla=? (i think he's a clapton fan)
pa=pan (bread) abu=abuela papa
There have been some additions since I've moved in. For one, he calls me totty, which sometimes sounds like titty or dotty. I taught him "hello" which he likes to yell up and down the hall, all day everyday. I am trying to teach him "bye-bye" now, but he is very selective about what he likes to say. My favorite word that I taught him happens to tie in with a funny story. One day Eliseo was playing a little too roughly with his fisher price piano so I took his hands into mine and I said "Gentle, Eliseo. Gentle". I let go and then demonstrated the proper way to play a fisher price piano. He looked at me with those big, confused eyes and yelled "GENTLE!" while simultaneously slamming his little hands on the piano. Now every time I say "gentle", he yells "GENTLE!" and proceeds to laugh histerically. Too cute.
On to the middle child, Luz, whose name means light in Spanish. Although I can´t quite recall what I was like as a child, I can imagine that I was EXACTLY like Luz. This child sleeps everywhere: at the dinner table, 30 seconds after a hard-core giggle fest, even on a dirt bike (no joke). I fell asleep at a New Kids on the Block concert once when I was 8, and I thought no one could ever beat that. Low and Behold.... Luz. Even for a child, she is too imaginative and easy going. She takes everything with a grain of salt, even her sister's sometimes over-demanding requests. She is slower than a snail and frankly does not give a crap. She spills a drink, gets her brand new birthday dress dirty, or drops all her cookies then shrugs her shoulders and moves on with her life. Sometimes I look at her and wonder where she is. What I wouldn't give to take a swim in that little brain of hers.
Despite the dramatic differences between these girls, they are equally a joy to be around. Variety is the spice of life, and these girls are SPICY.
On to the third child, Eliseo, or who I like to call "the screamer". This little tyke is creeping on the age of 2 and has quite an extensive vocabulary, although there are only a few words that are the staples. I like to think of it as it's own language, really.
tato=tractor Loo=Luz babu=dog dadoo=?
tita= coke Ina=Elina mama layla=? (i think he's a clapton fan)
pa=pan (bread) abu=abuela papa
There have been some additions since I've moved in. For one, he calls me totty, which sometimes sounds like titty or dotty. I taught him "hello" which he likes to yell up and down the hall, all day everyday. I am trying to teach him "bye-bye" now, but he is very selective about what he likes to say. My favorite word that I taught him happens to tie in with a funny story. One day Eliseo was playing a little too roughly with his fisher price piano so I took his hands into mine and I said "Gentle, Eliseo. Gentle". I let go and then demonstrated the proper way to play a fisher price piano. He looked at me with those big, confused eyes and yelled "GENTLE!" while simultaneously slamming his little hands on the piano. Now every time I say "gentle", he yells "GENTLE!" and proceeds to laugh histerically. Too cute.
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