Pickle Sauce

This blog is written on my phone and not being edited by my husband, so please excuse the inevitable typos and overall incoherent thoughts. I didn’t blog last week, so I owe it to you, that one guy in Germany who somehow found this.

I’ve come to the conclusion* that I am painfully mediocre in every way. I dream of having a high vocabulary, referencing copious amount of pop culture in every day conversations, and having outings with my friends in turn-of-the- twentieth century clothing and jumping off tall places with an umbrella and fellow secret society members surrounding me.**

Told you I would have incoherent thoughts.


One of my hobbies to combat my mediocre life is reading, playing word games, and finding vocabulary*** that isn’t used very often. Surprisingly, none of those hobbies make me sound less ditzy, but a girl can dream.

Vocabulary like this.

Language is interesting. I mean, we use a series of sounds to communicate thoughts, ideas, and emotions, and then we add to that communication by how we inflect those sounds. And don’t get me started on body language.

I love seeing Ollie’s vocabulary develop.
We will hear him in his room using phrases such as “back and forth” “oh Daniel” (frequently heard in Daniel Tiger), “no-Kay” (for okay), “let’s go,” “stop that,” “I want more,”  his version of songs such as “the abc’s,” “Jesus loves me,” and “Holy Holy Holy.”

 He is using more and more sentences. He doesn’t use them in public a lot, because he’s not confident yet, but more people besides me and Aaron are able to understand him. I’m usually able to understand what Ollie is saying, but about a month ago, Ollie was singing a song. It kept sounding like “pickle sauce.” Today I finally figured out what it was. He was singing along to a toy that was playing “twinkle twinkle little star.”

“Pickle pickle pickle sauce.... wonder... are....”




*me and my GPA
** can you tell I’m watching Gilmore Girls?
*** usually my source is Aaron because he talks like he is writing a research paper in 1836.