The Auds

October 15, 2010 | My Jottings

Audrey Elizabeth will be three years old in December. I like to call her The Auds. Last week she came over to our house and when she ran in the back door she smiled that brilliant smile of hers, threw her arms around my knees in an enthusiastic hug and then squealed, “Hi Grandma! It’s me! Audrey!” I then had to tell a few dozen people that Audrey did that, because it was the sweetest thing I’d heard in a long time.

I try to have a grandchild or two spend the night on a regular basis. There’s nothing like one-on-one time to read books, to lay in bed and play I Spy, to make peanut butter chocolate balls together, to build with Magformers, to talk, to snuggle. We have a guest room that our grans could sleep in if they wanted to, but they always choose a pallet made of blankets on the floor of our bedroom. I make a big deal out of covering them up and tucking them in, singing with them and praying for them before they doze off. Then I climb into my own bed a few feet away and look at the innocence on their faces and I try not to cry. I’m getting soft in my old age, in more ways than one.

Anyway, Audrey spent the night at Grandpa and Grandma’s a while back and here’s a photo of her enjoying her peanut butter toast at breakfast time.

The Auds is not blasΓ© about anything. If the words she speaks could be seen written out in the air above her, the end of each phrase would have ten exclamation points after it. And she says things that are so endearing, like “Can I wear my swimswoop?” and “Gwamma, can I have a squishy byvin?” (vitamin), and she calls her siblings “Cwehwa, Hyja and Weevy” instead of Clara, Elijah and Vivie.

What are the auds that when Audrey is thirty she’ll still be saying swimswoop and byvin and Weevy? I know the auds are not good because she’ll probably be on a world speaking tour by then, but I’m keeping my hopes up nonetheless.


  1. Savannah Sooter says:

    I am so excited to come and visit again.
    This was so sweet, and I want to spend more time with all these adorable little ones when I come to visit! =D

  2. Christy says:

    I knew not to ever correct these precious ways that children say things. I never hear “stummy ache” or “egg oaks” any more…..I guess because Savannah’s almost 22. πŸ™ πŸ™

  3. Just Julie says:

    I love those – stummy ache and egg oaks. Did Larry ever tell you he used to say, “There goes the Fire Departney!”? Or that when he was little he said “We’re having turchey for Thanksgiving!” πŸ™‚

  4. Bob King says:

    Really enjoyed reading about the Auds, Julie. Sweet piece. Your short bio on you and Michael from the day before was another good one. Keep ’em coming.

  5. Just Julie says:

    Thank you Bob! So nice of you to stop by. πŸ™‚

  6. Savannah says:

    A little two year old boy that I babysit finally stopped calling me “Skabana”… It was so sad I almost cried. To try and keep him from correctly pronouncing my name, I referred to myself as “Skabana”… it didn’t work. =(

  7. Just Julie says:

    That is so sweet, dear Skabana. πŸ™‚

  8. Ember says:

    I love this post. I love the Auds!

    When Hebe and Alice (now almost as old as God) were tots – three-ish) I had one of those big clock face thingies you can use for teaching them to tell the time, which every day I tried and failed to do.
    They must have heard folks saying ‘What’s the time?’. They listened carefully to me saying ‘The BIG hand is POINTING to…’
    And one day I came across Alice (they are twins) sitting patiently while Hebe showed her the clock, asking her very seriously: ‘Now – what’s the point?’

  9. Just Julie says:

    Very funny and adorable! I am apt to agree – about constantly telling time, “Now what’s the point?” πŸ˜€

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