Losing the Baby Words: No more "Ass"

Isn't it cute how kids mispronounce things when they are little?


My oldest insisted that bananas were "man-ans" for the longest time.  Probably even longer than normal because we started calling them that, too.


My middle son has called bananas "bee- nanas."  Still does. 


My older brother mistook bananas for the word "Batman."  Even to this day, if any of us are making Banana French Toast, we call it "Batman French Toast."


My youngest? He can say banana just fine.


What he couldn't say? Bear's name.


We discovered this when he would come up to us and say "Ass hit me."


WHAT? "ASS" hit him?


Whose language was he imitating?


You know, since I'd never cuss and neither would my husband.


"Who hit you, honey?"


He jabbed a finger in the direction of my 4 year-old and says "Ass! Ass hit me!"


Poor little guy got zero sympathy, because I was too busy laughing.


"Ass! Ass!" he'd yell across the playground, calling to his brother.  Heads would turn toward me, appalled expressions on the faces of the playground mafia.


Every time he would tell on his brother, telling us something "Ass" did, oh, how Hubs and I laugh.


And then, suddenly, one day, he could say his brother's name.


It's sad when they outgrow their baby words. Though, it wouldn't surprise me if he started calling his brothers "ass" again when they are all teenagers.


I don't think I'll be laughing then.


What words did your children mispronounce?

Mommy Moments: Boys, Bras, and Boobs

Do you have those moments where you think OMG, I never thought I/my kids would say/do that.


 No, not me....and not my kids.....

And then, motherhood proves you wrong!

Mommy Moments Monday is our chance to share those.

I should probably go ahead and admit that I laugh inappropriately when this stuff happens.

Sometimes, it's either laugh or cry.

I much prefer laughing.

As you probably know, I have three little boys. In case you didn't know that and want to ask me if I'm going to try for a little girl, let me state for the record that I had three kids, none of them twins, within the span of less than 3.5 years. We're done. I can see the light at the end of the diaper tunnel.

Moving on.

Yesterday morning, my almost-4 year-old came into my room when he woke up in the morning. He found one of my bras on the floor beside the bed where I'd tossed it before getting into bed.

He picked it up and said, "It's your zebra, Mom."

Zebra?

Zebra?

Oh....

Ze......bra!

"Where's the white stripes, Mom?"

Side note: I want to cry that he no longer calls me "Mommy."

"I look on the directions."

Then, he tries to put my bra on.

Looks down at himself and asks.....

"Where are my horns?"

Don't worry.


Hubs told him that they aren't called "horns."


Instead, they are

There's my Mommy Moment for this week. Be sure to click the Mommy Moments button and check out others and to share your own!

Slacker Saturday

Instead of attempting to come up with something witty or funny for you today, I'm taking the slacker way out and sharing some funny things that my kids have uttered this week.


Monkey to me, while Cub was crying: "Maybe he needs some baby crack." (note: baby crack is those gerber yogurt melt things)

I tried to look a little more put together this week and had on a green t-shirt dress. Still comfy, but a little better than jeans and a t-shirt. Monkey takes one look at me and says: "Mommy, why are you dressed like a leprechaun?"

After explaining to Bear about recycling as he was helping me carrying empty milk jugs out to our recycle container(my simple explanation was that we take things we don't need any more, put them in the container, and new things are made out of them), Bear said, "I wanna recycle Monkey."

Monkey, to my mil, who is on the plump side: "Grandma, why are you so fat?" OMG, NO, I have never said anything like that about her around him. Actually, I've never said it, ever. I'm not stupid. I might have thought it, but never said it.

Asking Bear what he thinks about living on the beach, "It's the biggest ocean I ever see."

Gotta love what kids come up with!

Anyone have some gems of their own to share?

No More Rush

You'll have to bear with me as I do not have my computer and won't for another week or maybe even two. So, it's hard for me to check in with all of your blogs and comments.I'm doing my best with my blackberry.

We survived the move and arrived safely. We're getting settled in and I'm very excited about the new direction we're headed in.

But, I can't pass up telling you about Monkey and what happened when his grandfather listened to Rush Limbaugh when Monkey was in the car with him.

I guess Rush was ranting about health care reform.

This is Monkey's take on it: When Grammy and Papa get old, Barack Obama is going to kill them. He's going to kill all the old people because he's mean.

What am I supposed to do with that?

Monkey has also said that he is going to save all his money in his bank and give it to his grandparents so that Barack doesn't kill them.

AND! When we were in Wally World yesterday, Monkey sees this cute little old lady and says to her "Are you old? Barack Obama is going to kill you.".

Letting a 4 year old listen to Rush: what a horrific idea.

I dude it by mine own self

This is Bear's latest catchphrase.

Practically anytime I try to help him with anything.

I know it comes with the territory of being 3.

Trying to be independent.

But, I look at all of my kids and wonder when they suddenly could do so much on their own.

Simple things, like Monkey not having to hold my hand or be wedged in between my body and the truck as I get his brothers unbuckled.

When he was just a tiny little toddler and I was trying to get his baby brother out, I would stress and pretty much squish his little body as I would unbuckle the baby.

But, now, he can unbuckle himself and though I still remind him to stay right by the truck as I get out the others, it no longer causes me complete anxiety.

I don't remember when that happened.

When it went from my having to do things for them, to the stage where I was only helping them, to the stage where they can dude it by mine own self.

Monkey being able to play outside alone in the fenced-in yard while I watch from the window. Bear going potty alone or getting himself dressed. Even Cub...climbing all over everything and being perfectly fine doing that without any assistance from me.

It's a lot less stressful to know that my kids can do some things without me; to know that I am not responsible for every last little thing that they need to get done, that they can get some things done on their own.

But, it's also a little sad.