What? You don't think fucking dammit is the most appropriate title for a mommy blog post? You don't think it is going to get me invited to any private BlogHer parties? It isn't going to win me any nominations for Mommy Blogger of the Year?
But it must be kid appropriate because that is what my kid is saying lately. And how I wish I was kidding.
At least I can comfort myself that Calamity Jane is only pulling the FD phrase, as my husband and I have taken to calling it, at appropriate moments. She is no casual swearer like her parents. She waits until she is really really mad, you know fucking mad. Then she lets it rip. I admit that I am kind of waiting for her to add "Goddammit" as an emphases.
I knew the day was coming; I am only surprised that it took this long. My husband and I are prolific swearers. We can't even blame each other since her phrase is a blending of each of our favorite swears. I do admit that the worst sounding one, fucking, is mine.
While we have tried to tone it down since we had kids, toning it down still leads to a lot of swearing. And having kids is fucking stressful and science just proved that it makes you feel better. But while science is on my side I don't think my mother-in-law is going to buy into that when Calamity Jane lets fucking dammit rip the next time she can't get the puzzle piece to fit.
So where do we go from here? Luckily due to her speech delay only my husband and I seems to really understand it. At least that's what I am telling myself. I didn't notice any stares of death while we were at my town's scenic memorial day parade today. It seems we have a little time to solve the problem.
Right now I am going with ignoring. And shooting stares of death at anyone who laughs like my sister-in-law who said: "Come on, it's pretty funny". Even if yes, it kind of is.
Because she will grow out of this at some point right? Otherwise, I'm fucking screwed.
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Monday, May 31, 2010
Sunday, March 7, 2010
Oh Happy Day
This morning I woke up in a bad mood. There was no good reason for it. My husband had so nicely let me sleep in even though it was my morning to get up. The weather was finally warmish and sunny after weeks of gloomy coldness. And I had enjoyed a perfectly lovely low key birthday yesterday.
In spite of the small delights of the weekend I was still grumpy. I was cantankerous with the girls especially after my husband escaped for a shower. I yelled at them for the little things and made Desmonda cry. Not that it's hard but I felt bad because she is under the weather so her dramatic sobs were punctuated with coughs.
When my husband emerged and suggested we all go to the park I grumped at him: "I'd like to just finish my TEA, can I just do THAT?!" He gave a look out at the sunshine but backed off. The girls gathered around me as I tweeted and sucked down my tea. Then I heard Calamity Jane call out: "Come play Desmonda!"
That simple phrase, perhaps unintelligible to most but clear as a bell to me, was the most beautiful thing I had heard in weeks.
It was better than all the sunshine in the world.
I immediately put down my tea and went to the park with the family. We soaked up the sunshine, even as we shivered in the wind. Then we went and had the best Mexican meal we have enjoyed since leaving San Antonio. Bad mood gone.
They were driving me crazy again by (not)nap time but my daughter's voice speaking words? The most wonderful sound in my world. If only I could bottle it up and open it for a listen in cranky times.
In spite of the small delights of the weekend I was still grumpy. I was cantankerous with the girls especially after my husband escaped for a shower. I yelled at them for the little things and made Desmonda cry. Not that it's hard but I felt bad because she is under the weather so her dramatic sobs were punctuated with coughs.
When my husband emerged and suggested we all go to the park I grumped at him: "I'd like to just finish my TEA, can I just do THAT?!" He gave a look out at the sunshine but backed off. The girls gathered around me as I tweeted and sucked down my tea. Then I heard Calamity Jane call out: "Come play Desmonda!"
That simple phrase, perhaps unintelligible to most but clear as a bell to me, was the most beautiful thing I had heard in weeks.
It was better than all the sunshine in the world.
I immediately put down my tea and went to the park with the family. We soaked up the sunshine, even as we shivered in the wind. Then we went and had the best Mexican meal we have enjoyed since leaving San Antonio. Bad mood gone.
They were driving me crazy again by (not)nap time but my daughter's voice speaking words? The most wonderful sound in my world. If only I could bottle it up and open it for a listen in cranky times.
Monday, November 2, 2009
Which One of Us is the Addict?
As the girls' third birthday approaches we have been working on shedding the baby habits. Though they are still in cribs (and will be until they scale out on a regular basis, cribs are my favorite parenting tool) we are really ramping up the potty training and are planning to make the switch from high chairs to boosters soon. The last remaining "baby" toys have been cleared out and preschool starts Thursday. That just leaves one looming hedge to leap.
The paci.
Oh how Calamity Jane loves the pacifier. She has a very specific type, the pink and yellow latex Nuk. Woe to any child who might have one at the playground for they are the object of Jane's fury. And that is not a position you want to be in. One of the few words she has? Papa! And she is not talking about her daddy.
The past couple of weeks we have gently started the pacifier removal campaign. It has always been limited to the crib but now it is put away immediately upon waking in the mornings and after naps. No more using it during time outs, no more sneaking it when mommy isn't looking. Or when mommy pretends not to see because she is happy to have some peace and quiet. Which gets down to the one remaining problem with giving up the pacifier.
Me.
I am a total paci addict too.
It became very clear to me today how addicted I am it when I was dragging a full on temper tantrum throwing CJ to nap. As she kicked at me during the diaper change, I quickly pulled out a pacifier and shoved it in her mouth. Ah, instant happy child. The glazed look came over her face and I was able to change her diaper and put her down for a nap (without a book even) in total silence. Like the boob once was, it is the cure all. And I just don't know that I am ready to let it go. Is there a support group for paci addicted parents?
The paci.
Oh how Calamity Jane loves the pacifier. She has a very specific type, the pink and yellow latex Nuk. Woe to any child who might have one at the playground for they are the object of Jane's fury. And that is not a position you want to be in. One of the few words she has? Papa! And she is not talking about her daddy.
The past couple of weeks we have gently started the pacifier removal campaign. It has always been limited to the crib but now it is put away immediately upon waking in the mornings and after naps. No more using it during time outs, no more sneaking it when mommy isn't looking. Or when mommy pretends not to see because she is happy to have some peace and quiet. Which gets down to the one remaining problem with giving up the pacifier.
Me.
I am a total paci addict too.
It became very clear to me today how addicted I am it when I was dragging a full on temper tantrum throwing CJ to nap. As she kicked at me during the diaper change, I quickly pulled out a pacifier and shoved it in her mouth. Ah, instant happy child. The glazed look came over her face and I was able to change her diaper and put her down for a nap (without a book even) in total silence. Like the boob once was, it is the cure all. And I just don't know that I am ready to let it go. Is there a support group for paci addicted parents?
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