I have a
foul mouth. While I would love to admit
that I have mouth like a sailor, I must say that I have been around quite a few
maritime men and never met my match (proud, aren’t you mom!). I’m not completely devoid of decency and
morals and though I enjoy the perfect opportunity to use a filthy word, I
refrain as much as possible around elders and little ones. That being said, I am human.
I’ve dropped a few+ f-bombs around the babe and I always
just considered them as words floating around the air that landed where they
may. As long as I wasn’t teaching her to
say words like shit, fuck, crap, damn it, hell, and the many other creations
you can come up with, I figured I wasn’t really doing my child any
disservice. I also really, really don’t
think it’s appropriate to yell in front of GiGi so any bad words were said in
jest or simple conversation for the most part.
…and then she learned to talk overnight.
All at once my little girl went from being a little girl into becoming this
walking, talking, curious toddler. I’d
like to think that the whole “do as I say not as I do,” thing works, but it
just doesn’t when it comes to kids learning to speak. GiGi has been a good mirror for my awful
mouth and while I highly enjoy my language, I realize just how much I use the
wrong words in front of her. I would
die, absolutely die, if she said the ‘f’ word in front anyone. So, I’ve begun to swap damn it for darn it
and take up saying the word flock instead of fuck and shoot/shite/shitake in
place of shit. I’m trying my hardest to
clean up my mouth even if it means saying sass instead of ass. ***P.S.- sasshole isn’t nearly as satisfying.
I was sitting on the steps outside of our bath tub last
night, taking a video of my bubble faced child singing in the water.
It was one of those adorable
remember-this-moment-when-you’re-gray times and then I saw poop floating amidst
the watermelon scented suds.
My worst nightmare
caught on tape.
This was worse than the
pooping on the slide incident from a few weeks ago.
There were so many bubbles in the bath that I
couldn’t find it/them.
I needed to get
her to stand up so that I could rinse her off, and then take her out of the
tub.
In the split second that I took to
make a game plan in my head, she took the drain stop out and...
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