This momma swears...that's a given. But, I'm not a foul mouthed, rantin' and ragin' kind of girl. My most common slip up, and mocked slip up is "Oh, shit." Yeah, I could probably replace that with shoot, but somehow, when I say it, it comes out with an "i." The first time I heard that come out of Rayla's mouth, I couldn't believe it.This *cute* little pudgy three year old, with the sweetest little voice yells out "Oh, shit, mama!" when she spilled her juice on to the couch. Although it wasn't really funny, I found myself laughing quietly for a moment before I explained that she shouldn't say words like that. I told her she should say "Oh, darn" or "Oopsie Daisies!" I didn't think she saw me laugh, but apparently she did - For the next 2 weeks it was a constant phrase no matter what she did, where she went, or who we were with. One time while in the Safeway meat department she dropped a package of meat over the edge of the cart and on to the floor. Nothing happened, but, still, she yelled out "Oh, shit!!" as loud as she could, or so it seemed. Some people looked at me with eyebrows raised and lips pursed, some people quietly giggled, and one man laughed out loud hysterically. It was quite obvious that he didn't have any kids, as he is the only one who didn't understand the negative impact of his laughing at her comment. Through the rest of the store, she repeated "Oh, shit" in a sing-song voice that just killed me. I was mortified - Upset that she wouldn't stop, but, still silently laughing at the shits she was singing in her own little song. I ignored her and by the time we reached the checkout lane she had stopped. At least, if she was singing this in the store I could keep moving and people wouldn't really know what she said.. Had it continued at the checkout I couldn't move, and I was more likely to get asked how in the world I let my child talk that way!!
So, to be clear, I DON'T let my kids talk that way. In fact, I've changed what I say. And, for several weeks now, when something unexpected and unwanted happens, we respond with "Oopsie Daisies!!" Lots nicer, especially if we're in public!!
Sometimes when my kids talk, they're talking honestly, though....and although it might not seem appropriate when they say it, it's not really about what I think, it's about how they, as children, interpret their surroundings. Allow me to share some of the past couple of months quotes from my loving children.
As an old man with a cane and sunglasses walked by us in the pharmacy:
"Hey, mom! That's an old man. And, he's cool with those SUN glasses on!" - Mackenzie
A woman walking in front of us at the grocery store, all my children in tow:
"Mom! That lady's butt is bigger than yours!! - My sweet boy, Cooper.
A woman wearing.....well....a tank top and shorts, but so small it looked like almost nothing:
"Mom, why is that girl naked in the store?!?!? She's so silly!!" - Rayla
Love em' dearly. Hate being that woman with the kids who talk loud about people right in front of their faces. Oh, boy.....
Potty training is no longer my worst enemy. Actually, I kicked it's butt. Rayla is fully potty trained and Mackenzie is only a night time pullup away from completion. A few weeks ago I said, "You know what!?!? I can't do it anymore!!!" This double potty training going good for a few days take ten steps backwards start over again pee in everything all the time expensive ass pullup investment crap was taking it's toll on me. So, I just quit buying the pullups. Yep, that was it. I figured if they weren't here, they couldn't use em'! And, if they couldn't use them, since they really didn't like peeing on themselves, they'd just have to get over it and get their butts to the potty a little faster now. And IT WORKED!! 2 days in to it Rayla had no accidents and said she was ready to sleep all night in her undies. Mac took a little longer, but we did it. Now, she still has early morning accidents, hence the night time pullup, but no accidents during the day. We are now on week four of this, and I'm elated!! Not only are we saving $100 a month, but it has given them a sense of pride, and me, in a way, a sense of accomplishment. And, one less reason for them to accidentally shout out "Oh, shit!"
