Your Goat

Mercy's speech is remarkably clear, but she still has a few funny pronunciations that we don't want to correct because they're cute. And fleeting. I was so sad a couple months ago when she spontaneously stopped saying "lellow." Anyway, a favorite family activity is going out for frozen yogurt. Mercy has long pronounced it as "yor-gut." Recently she was talking too fast I guess, and it came out as "yor-goat." And that's what it shall be known as forevermore. (SS)

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Elephant poem

(Not sure where these poems come from but here are some candidates:

Dr. Seuss influence?

or maybe free association

or maybe an insight into Mercy's pretend grown-up language that has never really been captured on paper before...)

ELEPHANT POEM

Elephants love kids

But if the swim they'll get Hippos

And Mercy is the name

They're them will get Bippos

The with our in the shower with a hat and a mix

And a very bit mix

With they ear they will hear with the shower

In the elephants place the jungle

And the elephants are ever good with swimmy elephants

And the elephants may be lifened at you

I green with little binch of elephants

Inch the lie elephant's pippo

In baby elephants may be paste where to

Mercy's Dictated Poem

and I quote...

Golden fishies are ever good with all their swimming.

With goldfishies they will be good swimmers at all.

With they are good little fishy swimmers at night and day.

And they will be good swimmers forever.

And the fishies swimming in the water are very complicated.

That those swimmers are good swimmers, with the fishies are ever good.

If die the swimmers we don't have any.

If flowers they eat and they will swim carefully with the fishies.

They have flappy cheeks.

Seven fishies in a goal, and six all.

And pink fishies with good swimmers, with Lani ever.

And there's a little boy who takes care of them too.

Ballet Recital

Mercy has been taking a ballet class for about a year. The academy had a recital for her class and all the other age groups as well.

Shells and Cheese

Mercy really likes shells and cheese. Many times we give her a little bowl and by the time we sit down with our own food she is already asking for more. Of course the shells always taste better eaten off of fingers rather than a fork. She sure doesn't like tomatoes though.

Right now I am asking Mercy herself what she wants to tell people about herself.

Chris: Mercy, what would you like to say about yourself?

Mercy: I'm nice.

Chris: What else?

Mercy: I'm good and soft

Chris: What does that mean?

Mercy: It means I'm good and soft.

Chris: Is there anything else you'd like to say?

Mercy: Whatevaza.

There you have it.