My very first WordPress entry was about conversations with Abby. That was only a good 6 months ago. It was actually already my third entry on “abbyisms”, the first being Toddler Talk and the 2nd, Conversations. Abby has become so much more articulate since, so much so that hubby and I are often left staring at each other with both of our eyebrows raised in wonderment, as if to ask, “Where did that come from?” A lot of times, we can’t help but simply let out a hearty giggle, amused at the words that Abby just uttered. I know that there’s still a lot more of those funny and amusing conversations, one-liners and at the very least, words to come. So I thought it only proper to come up with Abby Talk. It will surely be making regular appearances on this site.
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We’ve been living in Austin for almost 5 months now (almost 8 for hubby), but it’s still safe to say that Abby has not acquired the so-called twang just yet. It’s inevitable though that she does, specially since she’s already going to school and interacting with other people on a daily basis. Abby is starting to pronounce words a little differently than my 32-year old tongue would and does. And there are even times when my 3-year old corrects me! Can you believe that?! Take for example, the name of one of Abby’s classmate: Taylor. I say “Tail-or” while Abby says “Tail-err”. How about Lincoln? Another one of Abby’s classmates! My ego got a bit of a beating after I got corrected for saying “Ling-kun” (not to be mispronounced as “Ling-koon”!). According to Abby, it’s “Ling-ken”. Here’s two more: Sammy is “Sehmmy” and bangs is “bengs”. Hee hee!
For a while, Abby couldn’t say the name of her teachers, Ms. Viola and Ms. Heather (ballet) correctly. She ends up saying “Ms. Blowla” and “Ms. Feather”. For the longest time, she’s been saying “seatplate” instead of “seatbelt”. Nowadays, she has no more problems saying these names/word. ![]()
There are times, of course, when Abby gets scolded, such as when she calls us, “Guys!” as in, “Hey guys!” to get our attention or when she calls either hubby or me (mostly hubby!), “Bubblehead!” We are not really bothered though, because we know that to her, these words are meaningless and were probably picked up from tv or from her classmates. That’s not to say we don’t explain what was wrong with what she said. But you can just do so much explaining to a 3-year old.
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Abby loves to pick on her dad. Cases in point as follows:
1) Before heading out to the garage so we could go on our way to drop Abby off in school, I stopped at the dining room to put my shoes on, the very same ones that Abby has on (Remember our identical Nikes?)…
Abby: Mommy, we have same shoes?
Mommy: Yes, because we’re cool.
Abby: We’re cool!
Then she takes a look at her dad’s feet, all comfy in green Old Navy flip-flops (read: tsinelas)…
Abby: Daddy! You’re not cool!
2) Abby’s music cd was playing in the car when hubby started singing along. That was just Abby’s cue to pounce on her Dad…
Abby: Daddy! You, not good singer! Mommy is good singer. Me too!
O ha? Di ko inimbento ‘yan! Nyahahaha! See, I have a number one fan in the person of my daugher. ![]()
3) One night during dinner, hubby reprimanded Abby for doing something inappropriate (like dipping her fingers in her cup of water or using her spoon and fork as drum sticks)….
Abby: Bubblehead. (Abby whispers in retaliation, yet not quite inaudible.)
Hubby: What did you say?!! (Smoke now starting to come out of his nose and ears.)
Abby: Nothing. (Looking innocently surprised at Daddy’s question.)
Hubby: I told you not to say bubblehead!!
Abby: I did not say bubblehead. I said bubble bath.
Naku, nagpalusot pa! Hahaha!
That will be all for now. I’ll save the others for later, when blog moments prove to be scarce. ![]()

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