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of D E of T With To And Y of L E P E of T # 1

About MAILING

Hi to all my subscribers :) which number I cannot call yet... because it is only the first pancake which, I hope, will turn out tasty (for this purpose I will thoroughly oil it).
this Mailing is devoted to children aged from 2 till 5 years... For certain you read or at least held the remarkable book with the same name in hand. There was a heap of tricks about children: about what opuses they release, “performing titanic work on studying of the human speech“... and so on. I do not know as you, but I read this book years in 7. However, not entirely, but only what was was “between asterisks“, that is “tricks“ (without pressing in parse and “features of word-formation process in Russian“). Quite recently, when my children began to talk, I re-read it again. Actually then - that also reached me that it for “titanic work“ on knowledge of world around.
our children work day and night. In the mornings they not just are capricious, and learn to live in small family society (if I cry, mother will take me on hands). Toys it is not just “spillikins“ from could not be done, and a hard work on studying of elementary concepts. Any cones and grazes it for parents “oh, is painful to the boy, do not touch a fork - you will prick“, for children`s reason it is a peculiar testing and thin control of an organism by the principle “oh, the bond, the following time I will be a little bit accurater“. Even in a dream our children, jerking legs and riding on all bed, continue the work...
A in the course of this work are born jokes, tricks, a grief - compositions etc. You only listen to talk of young parents! What do they brag of? And yesterday soup on the head poured out mine. And mine lipstick made up lips. (Mine suddenly declared yesterday that turned the country into collective farm). And there is a lot of - many any dribbling interesnost...
is also devoted to These products of intellectual activity of our children this mailing. I can tell
About the children for hours. Actually, the first release of mailing will also be devoted only to my children. But I hope also for feedback with you, young mothers and fathers, grandfathers and grandmothers! Let`s expand a circle our professional :) communication and healthy boasting own Brag of genius! At the end - that the ends to you really is what to brag you gave rise and bring up the child! And it is feat to continue the human race in our country...

ABOUT the AUTHOR

Ya the father Vorobyov Sergey Vadimovich, to me is 22 years old. I work (if it interests somebody) as the ELC (educational laboratory of a computerization) software engineer at the Belarusian Agricultural Academy. The higher education. The above-named Academy graduated majoring in from fruit-and-vegetable growing. (You do not hurry to grin into the account of “the higher agricultural education“. The president of Republic of Belarus graduated from our HIGHER EDUCATION INSTITUTION too... the truth, at us especially are not proud of it...
we with the wife Wanted to bring the child. Also got. Wanted one, and it turned out two, the boy and the girl, Sasha and Dasha. Here also began...
we with the wife were Two years in deep offline, did not watch TV, anywhere did not go (you can present what is two children, here people and with one do not know what to do) and when our children matured (now they are 2 years old with a tail), appeared a little free time... Mother began to spend it for writing of the thesis on “what color the violet a mammoth crumpled was one thousand years ago“ (according to Mayakovsky). And the father who stayed 6 months the graduate student and decided that he postgraduate study - all this utter nonsense, was engaged in programming, publishing and, at last, own mailing. Generally, baby talk and in direct, and figuratively this word...
So, here it, our baby talk:

As Sasha Vorobyov of a goat butted

there were we to the Lower lake, beautiful it once (not one ten students of a kostma laid down on gardening of the territory of Academy). And there the old woman of a goat with a nanny-goat grazes. So little nanny-goat and nice, and here a goat bearded and angry, all a goat, this grandma butts. My Sanka watched
- looked and then with running start by the head on goat as will knock!!! Moreover as Dee will begin to yell “!“ (it go on - detishkiny).
At the son on a forehead in - about - from such bruise got out then, but the goat this bad how many times then went to the lake, shugatsya to Sank - only at way! Sanka a nanny-goat fed all with a grass, and the goat close was afraid to approach it, stood apart all and to the bla - e - eyal... even it is a pity for him, the poor creature, became...

the First kiss broke

!

we somehow time down the street Went (to anybody without disturbing, it is natural). And young mother met requirements of us with the three-year-old little son. Well also knocked on the head to this little son of my kids “to lift“. Approached Sanka, made an effort - made an effort, nothing turned out and Sanka pushed away him then... Approached Donka, puffed - puffed, to the daughter and it was frightening - the boy - that absolutely unfamiliar - and it is unclear... but she with firmness suffered... The boy this unfamiliar was tired, shouted something unclear... Dasha was already going to be let in a roar, but the boy calmed down suddenly, costs such, out of breath, and whispers something...
Here, so stand they and look at each other. The boy that smiled, and at mine in reply the smile is even wider! And, I look, this boy lasts lips to kiss our Dasha... and it in reply too extended sponges...
Kissed, embraced, and so azhno five times kissed again! So happy Dasha costs, with happiness all shines. The boy too it seems normally feels (still). There were they so minutes five, smiled each other... But men - artful creatures :(. This boy turned suddenly and ran carelessly, and behind him afterwards - the surprised mother. Also were behind turn...
the Deceived Dasha, sad and, probably, a little bit matured, long stood and looked in their party... Then stamped a leg:“ This is the bad boy. I do not want to walk, home I want“. Also burst into bitter “zensky“ tears...

to eat with

hoyets!

we Took a walk on the street. Day was solar, bugs imperceptible... were brought, run... were tired and got hungry. Went home to have dinner - on a carriage. (You saw sometime a two-place carriage? Such tank which it seems lower on the street from the fifth floor on a ladder!) .
Reached - home. At first I undressed to the son, then was engaged in the daughter. Dasha I undressed seconds thirty. During this time my Sanka (1,7 years) managed to run on kitchen, to drag up a chair to the gas stove, to get on it and to grab a big pan with soup...
Here also imagine a picture! I come on kitchen, almost after Sanka (we his do not leave one - the prankish he terrible) and I see: my son on a plate, on a lap a pan with soup sits, holds a ladle in hand and directly tries to carry them this soup to the mouth... all shirt already in soup, and in hair macaroni sticks out... “To eat with
hoyets!“ - Sanka speaks and, touching legs, turns to me a back (still sitting on a plate). At the same time all soup from a pan pours out on a floor. And before the father there is a new problem: it is necessary to eat urgently something small to prepare. But how I something prepared it :( - as - nibud next time...

does not have

of candy there!

Business was so. We walked upstairs home - as usual, hungry, tired, but happy... I before all rose, opened a door, the key on a mirror put, grabbed a garbage can and ran to take out it...
I Rise with an empty bucket again. There are mother with Sasha near a door and ask Dasha to open the lock. There is mother brought home Dasha, and Sasha the floor below about the next kaka was late. So far mother, having accurately put the keys near mine, went down to take Sanka “on yuccas“, Dasha managed to close a door from within.
Well and what to do? We asked her, asked to open this door. She tried, groaned, but is ineffectual - it is much easier to close, than to open. And that began to ask Sank already: “Dai, otka!“.“ I cannot“ in reply, such nadryvisty, sounded.
When Dasha began to be nervous, time to work resolutely, that is to batter down this ill-fated door came. And as you will knock out it if the child on the other hand nestled on a door and mutters something about Cindi (it is so beautiful doll at us is).
our Mother realized.
- Dasha, - says, - There under a table the candy lies in the father`s room!
the Top - a top - a top...
- What candy! - already I hiss. - There under a table of cables fully! (Computer). Current so will burst! There is no
- Dasha, a candy there, go here!
the Top - a top - a top...
- Mother, you are a posyutiya? There is no
- Dasha. A candy under a table in kitchen! Big such and tasty - tasty!
the Top - a top - a top...
the Door needed to be broken quickly - very quickly. Lomik by this moment was already found... Having collected all the forces, I began to bang it lomiky... The lock at us was not really reliable (from what some conclusions were drawn) and the door was given soon (with all giblets in literal sense).
Got home we. We look at these chips, vyvorochenny loops... angry - angry parents... The Son tells
:“ Dasya - Kaka“. Yes, we think...
I runs out the culprit of all this mess and with insult so, from grubintsy here, speaks: There is no
- there some candy!!! You me obmanuya!!!
I here at parents begins a hysterical laughter...

to SUBSCRIBERS

That`s all. Perhaps, will be enough for the first release. Now your turn, companions parents to brag. I with pleasure will publish your stories, smeshichka, tricks and other “dribbling“ interesnost in the mailing... Also with big pleasure I will accept from you “as a gift“ :) photos, drawings, references on detsko - the parental websites... and all other that more - under definition “baby talk“ gets less... BRAG of
!

of All good to you and your children,
father Seryozha

(c) 2000 Vorobyov Sergey

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