Yesterday I sat watching my son gleefully crash his toy cars into piles of dirt. I got a big wide smile on my face seeing how happy he was digging, building little mountains and destroying them.
He squealed in delight, “Mommy watch!”
Then, as I looked up at him, he threw a giant handful of dirt right in my happy smiling face. The kind of smile that shows teeth. Teeth that were now all crunchy with dirty sand.
It went all in my hair, on my pants, down my shirt. It was a pretty good throw. Before I morphed into Angry Mommy, I hopped up, shook off the dirt and told him if he’s going to throw stuff at me, then I don’t want to play with him anymore.
I think he took this as a challenge to throw dirt in any other general direction, including wiping it all over himself.
*sigh* again. Boys.
Oh I’m sure there are some dirt loving little girls out there. I know I was one of them. But I’m not sure if I was this committed. And I surely never threw dirt in my mother’s face. But then again, I do recall a lot of time spent playing in the dirt/sand/mud. So maybe this needs to be changed to kids. Kids Love Dirt. Boys, girls, and sometimes even mommies, love dirt. Except in the face.
My toddler has a pretty big vocabulary. He has a name for everything, and often I think his names are way better. I know you’re supposed to teach them the right words and correct them, but sometimes their words are just more fun!
My son calls motorcycles “mogatoos.” So everytime I see one I want to shout “Mogatoo!” It’s more fun to say, so I find it hard to correct him. But I don’t want him to show up the first day of kindergarten and tell everyone he wants to ride a mogatoo. That’s probably a parenting fail.
Strawberries are straw babies. He also likes blue babies and cran babies.
His sippy cup is a Z cup.
See? More fun.
I will do my job and eventually correct him. But I think I’ll keep mogatoo for a little while longer. 😁
So, what unique words has your toddler come up with?
I thought time went by fast before having a baby, but wow, things are in warp speed now. I am trying to figure out how I managed to blog nearly once a day when I was pregnant. I am pretty sure I was still busy then, and I know I wasn’t feeling all that great, but still, I blogged all about it! I loved it so much I thought it would be great to start a mommy blog.
You know what I don’t have time for now that I’m a mommy? Quiet moments in front of the computer required for blogging. My quiet moments are few and far between, usually coming after 7PM when K goes down to sleep and then usually the last thing I want to do is sequester myself in my office and get back on the computer.
So to be honest, instead of blogging in the evenings I am drinking wine and nibbling cheese while cooking dinner. Thinking back, I suppose I couldn’t drink wine and certainly did not feel like being on my bloated feet to cook dinner while pregnant, so I traded that for sitting and blogging. Probably also while nibbling cheese.
I am working on finding the magical balance to fit it all in. (Aren’t we all?) Until then I’ll be updating sporadically. I’m not giving up on my mommy blog vision…just taking it one blog at a time.