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You’re Gonna What?

Today, Cole told me he was going to kick my ass. I don’t remember why, but that’s not important. He said, “I’m gonna kicka your ass” (that wasn’t a mistype – he said “kicka”)

I told him “ass” was a bad word and to say “butt” instead. In hindsight, I think maybe I should have first addressed the fact that he said he was going to kick my ass before focusing on the profanity portion of the statement.

He then displayed his extensive knowledge of all bad words. He asked, “ass is bad word?” I nodded.

He said, “fuck is a bad word too, Mommy, huh”. I nodded.

“Bitch is bad word”. I nodded.

“Shit is bad word too”. I said, “yes, Colebert. That’s enough. Thank you”.

“Asshole bad word, Mommy?”

At that point I looked over at him and caught him smiling.

So smooth. I’m just glad he’s smooth at home instead of at school or at the store. For today, anyway.

Original Ideas Are Overrated

So now that I’m a little more in tune with the “Mommy Blogging Community” I realize that my idea to talk about the “hard stuff” in parenting wasn’t so original after all. I’ve become a regular reader of many blogs since then, including: Scary Mommy, Confessions of a Conflicted Mean Girl, and Lori Dyan. They are all hilarious and keep me coming back. I’d recommend them to anyone and everyone who has a sense of humor.

I’ve accepted the fact that while I may not be the first to blog about my tough experiences in parenting, they are still unique in the sense that they are definitely my own. Cole is nothing if not unique, for sure.

I’m glad to be a part of such a community and look forward to learning from these women in both the blogging and parenting areas. Lord knows I could use the help!!

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“The Cole”

“The Cole”

So I asked Cole to stop messing around while I was trying to change him a while back, and he asked, “why?”. I told him because I’m the Mom and that’s how that works. He looks at me with just as much conviction that I had and said, “Well, I’m the Cole.”
Okay… fair enough, I guess.

Cole
“I’m The Cole”

Ten Fold

Do you ever get the feeling your parents are laughing quietly as they watch you have a small meltdown with your own kid? I do. It’s not just a sneaking suspicion, though, in my case. I can actually hear my Mother laughing from the other room sometimes.