Home schooled...

In profanity.

*sigh*
I have a confession to make; I have a horrible potty mouth. I try not to swear around the kids, but it sometimes slips out AND Gabriel can read and often DOES read over my shoulder when I type on my other blog where I am often very casual about throwing around the swears...

This morning I overheard Bitsy playing with her cousin in Gabe's room. What did I hear? I heard a teeny tiny Bitsy voice say "Quit being an a*hole and quit pushing me"

I was mortified...and a little bit proud. Only proud in the way that she used the word correctly and really, that's pretty impressive for a three year old. But mostly, I was mortified.

Bits is getting ready to start in a private Christian preschool in January. I am so afraid that she's going to be expelled her first week for using profanity. I can already imagine the phone call...

"Hello Mrs. Witkowski? Yes, this is about Bitsy, she used the word a*hole this morning to describe Cain"

"Well, really can you blame her, Cain WAS an a*hole, he killed his brother. Quite frankly I would have used something stronger to describe him."

"Mrs. Witkowski, that's not the point, she's three and using the word a*hole"

"Well at least she used it in the proper context right?"

*Big sigh from teacher*

I think I need to go wash my own mouth out with soap...

Lyle Lyle the Crocodile?

Are you familiar with this fellow? He's Lyle Lyle, the crocodile and apparently his family lives with us. I don't mean to alarm anyone BUT there are currently at LEAST three crocodiles living in my house. Let me explain...

SarahAnne is NEVER naughty; in fact, she's much like Calvin from Calvin and Hobbes and his infamous noodle incident-he's totally misunderstood. SarahAnne is never naughty, it's ALWAYS a crocodile who does the naughty things.



How about a few examples of what the crocodile has done in the last few days: The "man" crocodile (as I said, there are three crocs in my house: the man crocodile, the plain old crocodile, and the baby crocodile) ate her pants. Bits went to use the bathroom and came down without any undies or pants. When asked where they were, she quickly pointed upstairs and said tearfully, "The man crocodile ate them"

The plain old crocodile regularly messes with my computer, one day I had to scold "the crocodile" because all of my desk top icons disappeared AND my antivirus had been disabled...Poor innocent Bitsy walked in on the crocodile clicking at my computer...

The crocodile also cut holes in her pants. Why? Because she needed to see inside of her pants to look at her body and the crocodile helped her out. Who knew crocs could use scissors so well? Same with a quilt, the edge has been cut because the crocodile wanted to let Bitsy see inside of it...

And finally, this week the baby crocodile peed in her pants. I could hear her upstairs saying "you naughty baby crocodile, you can't pee in my pants, momma is gonna be so cross with you!" She came down and assured me that she sent the baby crocodile to her room to think about why what she did was naughty and could I maybe come help her get new pants from the closet since the crocodile peed in them?

*sigh*

At least she has a vivid imagination, right??

Friday Five-Oops-a-daisy!

1. What was the last thing you dropped on the kitchen floor?
Butter and let me tell you, it sucks to clean up butter!

2. What cough drops do you like, and do they work very well?
Halls menthol; they seem to work just fine.

3. Who was the last person you dropped off somewhere?
George

4. When were you ever dropped like a bad habit?
Never that I know of

5. What are your favorite kind of raindrops?
Big fat warm ones!

Thankful Thursday

Today, more than usual, I am so thankful that my HH, Geo is such a good father and husband. He and I completely compliment one another in almost every area of our lives together. He is an excellent father, who makes a point to listen to our children when they speak, to spend time with the kids, even when he's exhausted from work, and generally BE there for our kids. Gabriel and SarahAnne are incredibly lucky to have a father who genuinely LOVES being a father. I hope that they realize just how lucky they are to have a dad who is so devoted to them, because unfortunately that's not always the case.

As far as husband's go, I couldn't ask for a better husband. My mom once told me that if she could have hand picked a husband for me, it would have been George. I know I've blogged about him before, but he truly is my equal; he is calm when I am frazzled, he is quiet when I am loud, and he's my rock; he makes me want to be a better wife, mother, and person. I'm so blessed to have found him when I did; we've been through a lot together and managed to have a stronger marriage because of it.

I wish everyone could have a George in their lives; there'd be fewer messed up kids, awful marriages, and general unhappiness; so today, I'm very thankful for you, George, and I'm thankful every single day, even if I don't say it.

Wordless Wednesday-The Dork Brothers

Qualify THIS

I recently discovered a new parent blogger-at first I really liked him; he's got a lot of great things to say, but then yesterday he said something that really rubbed me the wrong way. He asked for followers to send him pictures of their disabled children so that he can make a post about how gorgeous and amazing these kids are.

Now, in theory, that's very nice; it's nice that a rather well known blogger is bringing disability activism to the forefront of blogging...however...

Why in the world do people feel the need to say that disabled children can be gorgeous too?? As if someone were to see a disabled child who wasn't gorgeous (all children are cute little things in my opinion) and think "oh man, what a homely child" and then when they find out that it's a child with a disability say "oh man what a GORGEOUS disabled child"

Here's what I have to say about it: quit putting YOUR labels on my child; quit putting YOUR labels on ALL disabled children. Why in the hell are we stressing the importance of looks on small children? Why are they only "gorgeous" if we know they are disabled? It's a back handed compliment and it's rude as hell.

It's like telling me "oh for a fat girl, you're so pretty" or saying "Oh that gay actor is so amazing" WHY do we have to qualify it? Is it so incredibly idealistic of me to think that maybe, just maybe, we don't NEED all these unnecessary labels on our children? Even positive labels are still labels and they are still harmful to all of us.

Thankful Thursday Part Two

I'm also thankful today that the newest addition to our family arrived safe and sound, Miss Emma Sophia was born today weighing 6lbs 13oz and was 19.5 inches long. Emma belongs to my "best" Amanda who was here this summer visiting. Welcome to the world little one, we're so happy you came!!! xoxoxox