jim beam

July 18, 2008

Since we have to have Jim Beam in the house I’ve made it a requirement to save the bottles for pocket change for Annie’s college fund.  This is now a family tradition since I got the idea from my dad who had many full JB bottles lining the wall of his closet … behind his enormous shoes.  So tonight, after many attempts at making Annie take her afternoon nap, I decided to lock her in our room with me so I could get some work done.  I laid out several of her favorite toys … the phone, the out-of-season bag that looks like a giant pillow with zinnias all over it, the iron, a clock, pictures of grandma/doodad/gigi/mema, screwdrivers, tampons, etc.  She was thrilled to have avoided another boring nap so she let me get about 30 minutes of work done … then I heard the clinkity clank clink, and, tripping over my laptop cord, made it to her mouth before she swallowed the funds for her first Art History textbook.  Ok, so that part was scary/funny enough, but then as I was trying to get all the dimes out of her reach, she grabs another bottle of frat-house scented coins and “takes a swig.”

I think Ben and I weren’t as ready for parenting as we thunk.

s(h)it

June 28, 2008

Our sweet baby says “shit.”  It started when she realized I always make Lugnut sit before he comes inside to show him who’s in charge (haha).  But now she says it when she drops something or when she’s going through her repertoire of eastern European words or when she needs to boss someone around or when she’s climbing the stairs or when we’re in the car or at church or at Wal-Mart or when we’re just sitting around breathing.  It doesn’t help that she’s encouraged by the uncontrollable laughter from her mommy or that DooDad actually tries to get her to say it, and when she does, congratulates her with clapping and “Good girl, Annie!”  Thanks, Dad.

No matter what comes out of her sweet little rosebud mouth, she is so much fun and I can’t help but laugh at anything new she does.  I do need to practice some self-control for future use, though, because I know it’s only going to get worse … her cussing I mean.