I was struggling out of my pajamas this morning when my toddler ran into my bedroom, waving the outfit she's chosen from her chest of drawers wildly behind her. "Mom! La La!" she chirped emphatically, pressing the soft knit dress into my hands. As I slipped the outfit over her naked baby belly, I idly wondered what she meant by "La La" – I'd been hearing it for the last day or so and she seemed to say it randomly.
Later, we were waiting in the air-conditioning of the car for Madeline's scout meeting to end, and I handed Sadie a copy of Family Fun Magazine, a Disney publication, to page through, looking at the pictures. She had found the page that was advertising wall decals, and she solemly showed me the decals of Lighting McQueen. She moved her finger across the page to rest on the blue-gowned Cinderella decal and exclaimed, "La La!"
Then she pointed to another two dimensional yellow-gowned princess, and again uttered, "La La!". Next, she pointed to the last princess, wearing the green frock, and told me, "La La!"
So, I was starting to think that "La La" perhaps was Sadie's word for "lady", but that all changed when next she pointed to her chest, covered by her blue floral knit dress, and told me, "La La, Mama! La La!"
She pointed to my own torso, sporting a boring green t-shirt from Land's End, shook her head, and uttered a sad, "No."
I am not sure how she connected "dress" to "La La" but I am pretty smitten by the made-up language of little kids.