LynelleSpeak

You are the youngest of my nieces and nephews. I think I can still get away with calling you a baby. After all, I hold you more than Andrew and Caroline. Well, obviously because you are younger than they. But even much of the time while playing with Andrew and Caroline I have held you. You see, for years I played with Andrew and Caroline together, almost as if they were twins, so close in age were they. When you came along, it seemed only natural to me that you be inseparable with them, as well. So while I was playing hide-and-go-seek and other such games with them, you were a part of those times. I held you when I counted to 25, and when I hid. You always added your baby charm to those times. You echoed my counting, you scooted around and found your older brother and sister often before I did, and you inadvertantly helped your older brother and sister find yourself and me. At some point I realized that perhaps it was hard for Andrew and Caroline to see me holding you so much. An Aunt makes mistakes too I painfully learned. But it's all worked out because now you are not as interested in being held so much. Just the other day when I asked you, "pick up?" before we went down the stairs, you replied, "no." Instead you put out your hand, and hand-in-hand we walked down the stairs. My first blog is dedicated to you, Brennan. You will always be the baby of all of my nephews and nieces. Without further ado, I introduce my favorite BrennanSpeak:

mama, now often pronounced as MY mama when looking at pictures
dada, now often pronounced as MY dada when looking at pictures
Drew-Drew, now pronounced as D-Drew
Cly, evolved as Cla-la, now affectionately pronounced as La-la
Nell, just the other day pronounced as Nell-Nell
key-kat
side (outside)
klee-klee (blankie)
chee-chee (Cheerios)
no
nana
nana (banana, in another context)
nigh-nigh
love you
canteloupe, then laughingly pronounced la-la-lope
car
truck
yeee-haw! (mimicking the sound a donkey makes)
wa-wa (water)
ahh-eee (ouchy)
boo-bah (school bus)