New words

Our four-year-old has unfortunately learnt a new word. Normally you’d be thrilled when a child with speech delays says a new word.
I say unfortunately, as it’s a word he should not be saying.

Both of our kids have had some problems with speech. Our eldest wasn’t able to pronounce “dump trucks” for a long time. There were mortifying moments when he’d be sitting on my husband’s shoulders or in his pram and he’d suddenly point and yell, “dumb fucks, dumb fucks!” I’d will the earth to suddenly swallow me up so I could escape the shaming looks we’d get.

With our youngest (the former ‘toddler tornado’, who is now four) we can understand roughly half of what he’s saying. But the new word he said was clear as day.

Sitting at the table, we heard the four year old call his brother, what we thought, was “arsehole”.

No. Surely that wasn’t what we heard?

The next day, I overheard him say it again. Clear as day. There was no mistaking that.

Oh, joy. Our four-year-old has a potty mouth.

Why can’t he magically be able to pronounce another word, like “shoe”? No. He has to be able say with perfect clarity, “arsehole”. Fabulous. Kindergarten at a Catholic school is going to a blast this year. They’re going to love us…

I may swear on my blog, I may swear when with friends, but I have never said that in my house. Sure, I have said (the now rather frequent) “for fuck’s sake”, a little too loudly in the other room, as opposed to muttering it quietly. But what parent hasn’t?!

We’ve talked about what words are appropriate, what is nice behaviour and what isn’t. Let’s see if that works.

I’m guessing the odds aren’t going to be great.

Tonight he had an epic meltdown. Items were thrown, furniture pushed. This resulted in him having an early shower and dinner and put to bed.

He yelled that I was acting like an idiot. In my mind I was yelling at him that HE, was in fact, acting like the idiot. More like an arsehole, actually.

Four-year-olds are truly, a delight.

What delightfully inappropriate words have your kids learned?

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That time when my kid said …

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But I’m not.

Sure, I’m studying palaeontology, because let’s face it, dinosaurs are cool and what kid hasn’t said at one stage that when they grow up, they want to be a palaeontologist. But there’s a difference between studying online for shits and giggles, versus being a doctorate qualified specialist… Continue reading

Seasons of stress

Hello, lovely readers. I know I’ve been absent for some time but I hope you’ve been enjoying the giggles over at Life, kids and a glass of red on Facebook.

It’s been what I refer to as a ‘season of stress’. I see a season of stress as any period that causes additional stress or pressure in your day to day life. Whether that may be a major project deadline at work, a sick child or an upheaval such as moving house.

I’m exhausted and run down, but I’m finally starting to follow my own advice. Stupid, hey, that I didn’t just do all this in the first place? Continue reading

Things to do in 2018

I’ve never been a fan of New Year’s resolutions. To me, they seem to have negative connotations, emphasizing that you need to change something about your life because you’re doing it wrong. You’re too fat, you’re not being healthy, you’re not well-travelled, etc etc.

I like the idea of doing things that make you a better you. Easy aspirations. Things that make you feel happy and have positive associations.

I’ve seen some great goals going around on social media which have helped inspire me, so here are some ideas that you may want to try. Continue reading

Put on your big girl pants

Like most mums, I’m busy. I feel like I run from work, to school for pick up, to home, all the while keeping on top of washing and keeping small people fed with food they won’t disregard immediately. If something comes up that is outside my normal plan, I tend to ignore it or make a note to deal with it later when its more convenient, if that’s possible. I can only keep so many balls up in the air at once.

When something recently came up that I was not expecting, my first thought was, I can’t deal with this right now. I’ll get around to it later. But then I remembered something that made me stop, and pick up the phone to make an appointment. I was scared, but thought it’s probably not a great idea to be an ostrich about this and stick my head in the sand, pretending that all is ok. Continue reading