So my name is Brenda, that makes sense right.... great, glad we are on the same page.
I am watching sesame street with Bailey so I got the idea of a "letter themed blog". The letter of the day on the street is "M" not "B". I digress.
Just some interesting and honest stories from my life lately.
One of Bailey's new favorite things is to stand on the hearth of the fireplace (is it really called the hearth? now that I've written it it all seems wrong. So, the floor in front of the fireplace that is different from the wood floor in front of it) Ok so Bailey likes to stand there in the corner and she says "Mom, may you please say 'introducing'?" She asks this A LOT and not every time is it so polite. Some times it's "MOM SAY INTRODUCING!" What she means by this is really, "I WUNNA DANCE!" so I, in my very best announcer voice, say "Ladies and Gentlemen, boys and girls, for your entertainment pleasure tonight we have the beautiful, blond hair, blue eyed, BAILEY BALOGH!!!!" and some times it's just "Introduuuuuucing Baileeeeeeeeeeey Baaaaaaaalogh!" Then she dances. Sometimes sings. Always bows. Then it begins again.
As her mother I am proud of her lack of stage fright, her persistence and her passion but on the other hand, I worry about things like "where did she learn THAT dance move?" and "will this ever end?" all the while savoring the sweet memories of my narcissistic daughter hogging all of the attention in the world. Can't I have some? Ha!
Beans, I really like them, black ones are my favorite right now. Or were, last week. That's until I did an unplanned and unwelcomed science experiment with them. You see, I was making a big ole pot o' beans the other day and I had to leave the house before they were all they way done but nonetheless I turned them off, and left the house. When I returned I completely forgot to turn them back on and then I went to bed. Upon entering the kitchen to prep breakfast I saw the cauldron on the stove and my heart sank. WASTED BEANS! But I debated whether or not they would still be OK, I mean, they had a lid on them. I hesitated and it got put off again so there the pot sat. Then the next day, yes DAY, I decided that I would dump the beans but didn't want to think about the best way to dispose of this massive weeks supply of beans, so I sat the pot in the unused side of the sink. Here is where it all goes bad, real bad... it started as a way to get the beans off the stove out of the way and then it became let's just say, gross, and foamy and bubbley and hairy and and STINKY! The end. Well last note, Josh cleaned it out with out me asking. He just knew I would be loudly dry heaving and crying as I dumped the disgust somewhere, he saved me from myself. Amen.
Ok so if that wasn't candid enough, letting you in on how filthy I can be at times, here's another story. Bailey cusses. You may have read about it on Twitter already and there I blammed Paige Langford. I mean it could be her fault but I doubt it. To be honest, I have no clue where Bailey learned the "B WORD" that she likes to frequently use. It's been a great learning experience for me as a mom. It all started in Kohls when she just yelled out "B*tch!" and then again and again! The first 3 times she said it I was still in toddler's mom trying to figure out what the kid is trying to say mode and then it clicked, she's just cussing! I didn't freak out and I didn't make a big deal out of it I just asked her to say something else or to describe what it was she was really trying to get across. Nothing. Just more "b words", less loudly. At this time I see teenagers ducking down behind a clothing rack, laughing their guts out. OK, she stopped, we moved on. Whew! Well, a few days pass and I hear her say it again, I tell her I know she isn't meaning to be rude or nasty but that word is inappropriate and it is usually used when talking about people and we use positive words regarding people not negative ones. Etc. etc. Here are the high lights. The funnier uses that are extremely uncalled for, some seeming to be in context the others just weird.
Bailey grabbed her finger and exclaimed "B___! My finger hurts"
While at Cabela's shooting the guns at the game range thing "B___, I'll shoot you tiger!"
is she a gangster?
After having a great long discussion about the word and her having consequences from using it, she remembers that Jesus is always a good topic and a great word to use! She is looking in the mirror at JC Penny, talking to herself and the word comes out, she looks at me, caught, and quickly tries to cover with "Jesus, Jesus, God and Jesus." This 2 year old is KILLING ME!
Then, daddy comes home from work and she tattles on herself for how that particular day went. Sadly, with remorse and embarrassment, she says "Yeah, I'm not going to say b____ anymore." I laughed in hands cupped over my face.
I died inside.
I'm being dramatic of course about the dying part, I know this is just the beginning of ajourney as the mom of an outgoing, strong willed child that speaks.
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