Sean,
When one's children are starting to talk, sometimes a word or two of their
efforts creep into the parents' vocabulary, just because they are either so
cute, funny, descriptive, perceptive, clever, appropos, or just for the ducks of
it. You, of course, as the first and most verbal child, added "mo-mo" for
lawnmower, "Onine or O" for Erin, and "boap" for boat; I think there were a
few more but they escape me now. Erin's words will forever be "lickstick and
spiffroom." (Lipstick and perfume.)
But going back even before that, to this day I refer to windshield wipers
as "windsheebers," which Uncle Steve coined when he was a tiny tyke, as well as
giving me the name "Bobby" as his try for "Barbara."
Anyway, every family has their little secret words and probably not
everybody is an enamored of them as I am. To me they are always reminders of
having a wonderful time raising such great babies. And I still occasionally use
these words; they are silly, I know, but they are fun and feel natural coming
out of my mouth!
So to bring the story up to date, for some reason none of the lawns in this
complex have been mowed for going on three weeks now. The grass is so tall that
when we walk across it to the carport, our ankles are totally hidden. (They
reseeded sometime back and perhaps they were simply waiting for the new grass
to get totally established before they scalped it back down to its normal
length.) Yesterday they mowed across the street, which meant that if they
followed their normal pattern, we would get mowed first thing this
morning.
First thing means 7:30 a.m. Because it has been so awfully hot down here,
we've kept all our doors shut, blinds drawn and the A/C on. But today, in
anticipation of hearing the big riding mowers come to our pasture-like lawn, we opened the
door and the blinds in the living room early, while Jer and I sat with our coffee and our morning newspaper. 7:30 came and went, 7:45 came and went, 8:00 did the same,
8:30 .... still no magic sound. In my old age I am going deaf, so it didn't surprise me that
I didn't hear anything, but about 8:45 Jerry jumped up, ran to the door and in a
big voice shouted, "THE MO-MOS ARE COMING!"
Mom
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