One Syllable

He’s 1.8 years old and he utters one syllable exclamations. Quite a bit, actually. I ran a tally of what baby Zach exclaimed about this weekend, offering a close English translation:

– SHOO (Father, I wish to wear my shoes. Please help me in this endeavor)
– SHOO! (Mother, it would appear that Father did not tie one of my shoes to the industry standard tightness. Please observe).
– HEP (Father, Mother told me to come to you and get help to remedy this shoe situation, please advise).
– TREE! (Behold! A tree!)
– TRACTUH (Behold! A tractor!)
– BABEE (Would either of you perchance know of the location of my doll?)
– BABEE! (I am serious! Please find my doll!)
BABEE! (As you can see, I have reached a level of despair that most people save for a deceased family pet! Please advise.)

It is at that point that Baby Zach was placed in his sleeping quarters. Mommy and Daddy are thankful for CRIB and NUH NIGHT.

About radamdavidson

I'm a husband, dad, and pastor living in Portage, Michigan. I suppose I'm a euphoric melancholy generalist with average skills, experiences, and passions across several intertwined disciplines and hobbies including music, speaking, writing, leadership, ministry, and collecting cultural artifacts from the 1980's -- mostly vintage boomboxes. You can read my blog at, subscribe to my podcast (RadCast) or friend me on
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