There are so any good things happening right now that I want to document, remember and be able to look back on, but the end of the day I’m ready to curl into a ball and sleep. I’ve wondered to myself lately if I’m still a blogger because I’ve so neglected this blog in the past months. Of course I’m still a blogger because I’m certainly not sitting down to journal out our adventures and scrapbooking them away ~ so this continues to be our book. Our slice of life.
Maggie’s become a hilarious little person these days. I’ve always thought she was a hilarious person, but her language has absolutley exploded and she doesn’t miss ANYTHING. I knew this day was coming, but the proof hit me this past week as she chirped from the back seat words that I’d rather my darling daughter not know.
We were picking Barry up from work to have a lunch date (sushi!!!!!) and I stopped to get gas at the most crowded gas station in the world. As I was trying to manuver the Element out of the gas station, with the bike rack attached on the back, to make the 1 mile drive down a hill to Barry, we were cut off by a truck. I was frustrated….
Me: That truck is causing problems.
Maggie: That truck causing problems, Mama?
Me: Yep, that big, white truck. We need to go that way.
I then successfully got out of the gas station parking lot but had to make a quick turn, but was cut off by another car.
Me (under my breath): Sh*t balls.
Maggie: That sh*t balls, Mama? That truck sh*t balls?
Me: Yes, Mags. That truck sh*t balls.
What else can you do? I tried to act like it was okay for her to be saying that in hopes that she’ll forget. I haven’t heard her say it again, but the girl has mind of a steel trap and I’m wondering if it will come back to bite me. Ah, sh*t balls.
There are so many other eloquent examples of Maggie’s language, but this was one where I realized that I need to watch myself.
Maggie has also caught onto the fact that books hold stories and she can ‘read’ them herself. We keep finding her curled up in various places reading and almost nothing makes me feel more proud and happy; I’ve got a child that loves to read!!! Yahooooo!!! We’ve started a semi-regular routine of going to the library to check out books. We’ve been going to story time since she was about 6 months old, but now she has a whole new understanding of the place now that we ‘take books home.’
[I’m cutting this short because Maggie has just arrived at my side announcing that it’s time to Face Time with Thomas and she’s quite persistent, so I’m going to go see what Thomas is up to…their ‘conversations’ are always funny.]
