Saturday, July 2, 2016

July 2, 2016

Anytime I accidentally do something "wrong."

Me: "Oh, oops. Sorry, Winter; that was an accident.
Winter: "It's okay, Mom--don't do it again."

Friday, June 10, 2016

Shit My THREE Year Old Says

Well, I officially have a three year old now. May 30th, my little girl turned three. We had a firetruck themed birthday party and celebrated with our close friends and family.

She's feisty and silly as ever. I haven't remembered to write down all the funny stuff she's said but I do remember this one from the other day. It should be mentioned that I have issues with my left foot: plantar fasciitis, heel spurs, and a bone spur on my big toe. I've been jogging again, in an attempt to lose the holiday weight (not working out so well so far, but I refuse to give up) and well, the bone spur on my big toe has been hurting.

Me: *Gets shooting pain through big toe*
"Ouch! My toe!"

Winter: *hands up in concern*
"Mom, mom, it's okay; you're going to be fine, I promise."







Silly kid.

Sunday, February 7, 2016

02/07/2016 (AKA She curses like a sailor)

I tripped over the vacuum today.
Winter: "What da hell mom? Why you do dat?"

Dogs bark.
Winter: "Shut de hell up!"

She dropped something the other day.
Winter: "Goddamnit."

I should probably start censoring myself. While her father and I agree we don't personally see it as a big deal, society does. We want her to do well in preschool and that's the kind of thing they won't tolerate, I'm sure. So for her benefit, we will be working on censoring our "bad" words and showing her that she should not say such things. It's going to be hard. I've been cursing since I was 15 ... that's half my life. That's a hard habit to break. Things like "hell" aren't a big deal but we don't want her to tell little Emma in preschool to "shut the fuck up" one day.

Oh, and transitioning from crib to bed sucks giant donkey dicks....

/end

Sunday, January 10, 2016

January 10, 2016

Hello and Happy New Year to you all. I don't have much to update on since Winter hasn't said anything too memorable in the past few weeks, but there were a few chuckles to be had.

When I asked her to say "Oklahoma," this is how she pronounces it: "Hokomoko."

One day she was sitting on the couch, grabs the TV remote and puts it to her ear like it's a phone and says, "Hello? Hey... What the hell, Mom? Bye."

And today in the car, we were listening to the new Lion Guard soundtrack. Mommy was singing along (she usually does too, but for some reason was not today) and I suddenly hear, "HUSH, Mom."

Thanks, kid.