Did He Just Say...?

We're entering the fun phase of parenting that leaves us staring in shock at our once innocent child who now utters sentences that make me and Jeff exclaim in confusion, "Did he just say what I think he said?!?"

The answer is usually yes. Yes he did just say that word we say all the time that suddenly sounds a lot worse when it's coming out of a two-year old's mouth.

And yes. I guess I do occasionally say "holy crap." So fine, Jeff. I'll take the blame for that one. Like I said, it's a lot worse when a toddler begins to parrot your bad habits.

Then there was the incident this morning when I went into his room to get him out of bed and as soon as he saw me he said, "No mama! You're buggin' me Mama! Want Dada." This continued for the whole first hour of our morning.

And last week we went to D.I. where a 35-40 year old, brown haired woman checked us out. Eli had found a huge dump truck he was pretty excited about. When the cashier handed the truck back to Eli, he proudly exclaimed, "THANKS GRANDMA!"

"Grandma" looked at me in disgust. I looked at the floor. Eli caressed his new dump truck. We remained awkward and silent while waiting for the receipt to print. I had never noticed before, but D.I. does not have the quickest receipt printers.

Or there was the time I was emptying the grass bag on the lawn mower and Eli said, "Change lawn mower diaper."

Last night I was rambling to Jeff something like, "Does it seem like there's a type of mom who has all boys? Am I that type of mom and I just don't realize it?" Moment of silence as Jeff tries to come up with a way to tactfully tell me I am an all boys kinda mom.
Eli: "Yes."

I'm dreading the embarrassment that's sure to follow Eli's recent skill of stringing words together. But mostly I'm enjoying seeing his little mind put things together.