Spanglish
I've been teaching the girls tiny bits and pieces of Spanish as we go along on this mother-daughters journey. They have a couple bilingual books that they like to read and both can solidly count to twelve in Spanish. I wish that I could just yammer away at them all the time in Spanish but I've lost so much by not speaking it on a regular basis. To think that I once debated abortion and prostitution and government controls over women (before storming out in a huff) entirely in Spanish in a college class... Anyway. They're picking it up in little dribs and drabs at a time and I'm grateful for that at the moment. I'll come up with a real language learning plan for them before too long.
I'm telling you this because Belly and Buggy are currently having a raging debate - as they sit on the kitchen floor looking at books - over whether the Bug should be counting in English or Spanish. Belly is practically chanting, "English! English! English!" and Buggy is countering with "Uno! Dos! Face!" Those little smarty pants. They're cute (when they're not being total punks).
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I minored in French, Matt minored in German, and not a day goes by that one or both us talks about wishing we spoke Spanish.
Lucky girls!
YAY ME!! I'm SOOO happy i took Spanish. While Colin isn't as proficient in Spanish as your girls yet. We do know adios;) but we're learning to count in English first!!:) Plus they are teaching Spanish at school. One of his teachers is Spanish too!! So excited:)!
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