Saturday morning, Chooch locked himself in our bedroom. Henry pretty much had an "Oh fuck" attitude, because from the times I’ve locked myself in there intentionally he knew that breaking in would be difficult. We stood in the hallway coaxing Chooch to turn the knob, but he was too busy sliding a selection of my belongings under the door. That’s great Chooch, but my nail polish isn’t going to help open up the door. Playing up the drama, Chooch would casually say, "Help me, I stuck", as if he felt compelled to play along. Finally, Henry had the knob pulled out of the door far enough to pop the lock, and we found Chooch sitting in the middle of a pile of laundry, looking suspicious.
Today my child said "asshole" for the first time, and then smiled proudly. I know that I should have immediately nipped that in the bud, but it sounded so cute so I encouraged him to say it again.
I’ll just make Henry put a stop to it. Go ahead, Henry. Put a stop to it.
I’m such an immature mother. At least I don’t leave him in the car with the windows up. Or hand him sticks of dynamite. But I guess that’s only because I’ve never had any sticks of dynamite in my possession.
In addition to swearing and locking us out of rooms, Chooch is currently into freeze pops, eating all the garbanzo beans from my salads, sweating, and doing sign language on our cat Nicotina (when he’s not putting her into head locks and chasing her into corners), and eyeballs.
I know I shouldn’t laugh. Swearing is bad, kids! Don’t do it! But it’s still funny.
Maybe because it’s not my kid.
I tried really hard not to laugh! I know it’s something that has the potential to get out of hand REAL FAST, but it just sounded so funny!
Ok… This is one way to feel better!
Look at that kid and his antics…
How could that not make even miserable ppl smile.
I love that handsome.
Also- the “to add drama part”…
Hmmm. Wonder where he gets that. :)
I hope he forgets about “asshole” tomorrow though! Little asshole. I mean…
I just talked to someone (I’m at work) named Erin E Kelly.
Was she fabulous like me? Lol.
Doubtful. No one else could be that fabulous.
Of course she wasn’t. Do YOU KNOW HOW MANY PEOPLE I HAVE TOLD ABOUT HOW YOU ARE THE MOST AMAZING WOMAN ALIVE?
I’m your own personal fan club.
Thanks for making me smile. :)
What a beautiful photo of Chooch! It’s ok to laugh, he’ll probably forget all about the word tomorrow.
And move on to “shit” or “fuck.”
Hahaha, you know?!
I keep trying to curb my swearing habit but I’m not having much luck. Of course, I need to work on curbing my habit of laughing at everything Delia does because nothing, NOTHING, is better than making mommy laugh. She still tries to suck on my nose because it made me laugh once a couple of months ago. The first time she swears and I laugh it’s all over.
It’s tough, right?! I mean, as parents, you and I both know that this shit is inevitable but it’s still tough because dude, it’s a toddler cussing, and it’s pretty fucking cute!
The day he says it in public, to a stranger, or to Henry’s mom, is the day I die though. Lol.
Yeah, you’ve probably read about my kid saying “fucken” to my mom. More than once. It’s impossible not to laugh, even while cringing.
Is Nicotina named after a Sparks song? Please say yes.
No, she’s not named after that song, lol. I was 18 and a big chain smoker when I got her, and wanted to give her an asshole-y name. I used to call her Gertie when I got her, too, but Nicotina ultimately won out. One of her nicknames is Speck, and that’s what Chooch calls her because it’s easy for him to say. He was saying her name before “mommy”! Jerk.
However, Marcy is (embarrassingly) named after the band Marcy Playground, and Nicotina’s brother (who lives with Janna) is named Harvey after Harvey Danger.
Well, that’s cool that you came up with the name in spite of not knowing the Sparks song!
“Once in a while a cigarette has a name
N-I-C-O-T-I-N-A that’s her name!”
It’s a tragic song because she gets smoked at the end.
Hellfudge (my cat who just died) was named after a song but I don’t even know the song.
“Playing up the drama, Chooch would casually say, “Help me, I stuck.”
and we found Chooch sitting in the middle of a pile of laundry, looking suspicious.
Today my child said “asshole” for the first time, and then smiled proudly. I know that I should have immediately nipped that in the bud, but it sounded so cute so I encouraged him to say it again.
Iâ€™ll just make Henry put a stop to it. Go ahead, Henry. Put a stop to it.
In addition to swearing and locking us out of rooms, Chooch is currently into freeze pops, eating all the garbanzo beans from my salads, sweating, and doing sign language on our cat Nicotina (when heâ€™s not putting her into head locks and chasing her into corners), and eyeballs.”
*CRACKING THE HELL UP* Oh my god I cannot wait to sit down with this kid again!!!!!
He is going to LOVE YOU!
I want to hire you as my personal photographer.
Lol! I would enjoy that.
Wait — will there be n00ds???
Erin, Chooch is adorable.
Kids swearing is hilarious, until they do it around their grandparents. ;)
Thank you, Heather!
Oh god, I’m on thin ice as it is with Henry’s mom. I can only imagine how much more she’d dislike me if he started dropping the f-bomb around her!