Third Person of Interest

My speech pattern has been irreparably damaged, I think.

When you are encouraging your kids to speak, experts say that you should narrate everything you are doing.  I think most of us parents find ourselves referring to ourselves in third person.  You cease to be a “me” or “I,” and become “mommy” or “daddy.”

“Mommy is going to make dinner now.”

“Daddy doesn’t like it when you yell.”

“Mommy has serious Elmo-fatigue.  Mommy would like to watch Yo Gabba Gabba instead.”

“Mommy wants you to come eat dinner.”

And on and on.

Before you know it, you simply don’t use pronouns at home anymore.  You become your title, even when speaking to your spouse.  “Daddy, please pour me a glass of wine.”

No wonder pronouns are one of the parts of speech that little kids struggle with the most.  We’ve butchered them or made them largely extinct in day to day life around the house.

As we’ve worked on Stella’s communication problems, I’ve noticed that pronouns are really the last great frontier in the parts of speech realm.  Whenever she sees a picture of herself, she says “That’s Stella!”  So we’re working on the pronouns.  It’s harder than you might think to once again take ownership of the first-person. I feel like Bob Dole in the 1996 presidential election.  “Bob Dole won’t raise taxes.”  “Bob Dole likes Viagra.”

I have to exorcise my Bob Dole.

As a parting shot, the weekend was crummy but I got some cute pics of my kids.

One of Stella's favorite companions lately has been a rubber frog.  Don't ask.  In this pic, she's about to kiss it.  Oh, the jokes....

One of Stella’s favorite companions lately has been a rubber frog. Don’t ask. In this pic, she’s about to kiss it. Oh, the jokes….

One bright spot of the weekend is that Crispi sent her new pink boots.  They go splendidly with her rain coat.

One bright spot of the weekend is that Crispi sent her new pink boots. They go splendidly with her rain coat.

She would not take off the boots or the coat for quite some time.  This probably did not help her fever.

She would not take off the boots or the coat for quite some time. This probably did not help her fever.

Ah, the first taste of sweet potatoes.

Ah, the first taste of sweet potatoes.

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6 Responses to Third Person of Interest

  1. Amber Perea says:

    Yes. THIS. Jp only responds to himself in third person since I had to work reeeeeeeeeeeeeeely hard to teach him his name. There is not a pronoun outside of the phrases, “I want it” and “WE did it”. Lol

    Mamma twy it!
    Jp turn!
    Dadda Iphone.

    They are too cute, right?

  2. my27stars says:

    “Mommy has serious Elmo-fatigue. Mommy would like to watch Yo Gabba Gabba instead.” Oh my word, yes! 🙂
    Pronouns have always baffled me. I mean, not like, me, you know… just how kids learn it. You know, that they are “me” when they say it, but I am “me” when I say it – that stuff seems so complicated…

  3. boringyear says:

    Yes! When Monkey was born I immediately started referring to myself in the third person and I was like WTF has happened to me??

    I’m glad I’m not the only one…

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