honey

how to say honey in Japanese (sounds like "mee-tsu"
how to say honey in Japanese (sounds like “mee-tsu”)

Here are Holly and Sam back at the Japanese. Holly says she didn’t forget all her Japanese over the summer and is back in school picking up some new sounds and words. Today we focused on the m sounds since earlier today Sam had learned about how honey bees make honey. There is an excellent video on YouTube which describes the process.

Later when Holly was leaving, Sam came out to say goodbye, ukulele in hand. He had blood on his lips, on his finger, and his chest. It looked like war paint. I asked where he was cut and he said “Oh, just my finger from playing my ukulele.” He’d really been jamming and wore off some skin! Holly and I couldn’t help ourselves from laughing, and Sam gave us a loud “NO!” rejoinder – “DON’T LAUGH AT ME!” Of course saying we’re not laughing at you but with you doesn’t cut it – at 4 1/2 he knows better already!

Ben is saying a bunch of words now. When you read these, only pronounce the letters that are not in parentheses if you want to say it his way: ha(t), sit, hot, mi(l)k, t(r)u(ck), t(r)ai(n), pa(ne), dotsie (really doggie – an oldie but goodie), wa-wader (water). He’s climbing up onto chairs, going up and down stairs, climbing onto Sam’s bed and dropping “bombs” (box sets of books), kicking balls, throwing balls, running away from me to hide from me in the closet (he’s learned teasing quicker than Sam did – thanks to big brother, again!), and yesterday I bought him a puppy harness and leash for the airports and hikes. He is too strong for a regular child harness that has velcro and stuff. The one I used with Sam would not cut it. Too flimsy. I suited him up at the pet store last night and he took right off – he loved it! He hates to hold hands and does not want to be helped. He refuses and throws a fit. So for safety and sanity, this is what I opted for. We shall see how it goes. He looks rather handsome  since it’s a red vest with cut-outs for front paws. The leash clips onto the back between his shoulders so I can save him from a nasty fall much more easily. Since I’ve been working with Sam to learn not to lie, when we went into the doggie store we had already agreed that when the lady asked about our “doggie” we’d tell the truth. Sure enough, it got hard to fake it much past “uhmmm…25 to 30 pounds” – when she got to what breed? I had to laugh and tell the whole story. Thankfully she said – “You know, you’re not the first! I just outfitted another lady…”

One Comment

  1. Gramma 22 August, 2009

    You and the kids are a total comedy team wherever you go!! I can’t stop laughing!! I just “lost it” when she said, “what breed?”. Somehow these need to find an audience in your local paper! Thank you for so much fun!!!

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