When I introduce myself to new people, 9 times out of 10 I have to repeat myself. If someone makes me repeat myself more than 2 or 3 times, I usually say, "Addie. Subtractie...get it?" If they are smart, they do. If they are not, sign language for addition and subtraction usually does the trick.

Sunday, February 14, 2010

"I yuv you"

I meant to post this the day it happened, but with all the internet woes we've had since our big move, it got pushed back to tonight.

Over the last few months I have been enjoying witnessing Gracelyn's speech flourish. It seems like her vocabulary has tripled since the holidays! I will NEVER forget the night she took a bath and I wasn't paying close attention to the fact that she was literally taking a dump in the tub. When I had finally transferred her to a different tub, washed and dressed her, she followed me into the now drained, but still very poopy bathtub. As I'm cleaning it out and tossing it into the toilet, I'm saying, "Gracie, thanks for saving mom a diaper and all, but next time it needs to go in here, ok?" She looks at me, and sweartobajeebs, shakes her head back at the tub and mutters "oh, shits". We still hear that word from time to time (okay, maybe a couple times a week...or more) but we are working on cutting down the usage of shit, asshole, fuck, etc in this house. Not that I have a total sailor's mouth, I feel pretty conscious of my vocabulary around children, but I know Gracie's been exposed to all of the above on more than 1 occasion. She just seems to have a preference for the word shit. As in, she totally freaking loves that word. Oh well...I don't really care. Its not the end of the world if my kid says shit. Its more that I don't want her saying shit around my grandparents or teaching other children to say it.

In my defense, my child does know good, sweet, angelic words, too. Promise. She says things like "ohbosh" for "oh my gosh" and says "blesh" to anyone who sneezes around her. But the kicker? A few days ago I walked into the kitchen and Gracie was sitting on her push car. She looked up at me and said, "I yuv you" and then went back to what she was doing. I was stopped in my tracks and just stared at her, wanting to savor and remember everything about that moment. Hopingwishingpraying that I'll be blessed enough to hear her say that a million more times as we grow older. Because it was the best feeling EVER. And I didn't even have to pressure, beg, or growl "tell your mama you love her!" for her to say it!

So, for the record, on February 9th, 2010 - this gorgeous face told her mama that she "yuv"d her, totally unprompted.