Earlier this year, I had a revelation related to the use of foul language in front of Leighton. It was the first phase of me coming to the realization that she is impressionable.
This realization has escalated to a new way of life that involves me always having to eat my vegetables and to stop saying things like "I'm not really a nap person" even though I'm really not.
Leighton is incredibly verbal and super duper stubborn. This lethal combination can be frustrating. I just need to remember that she's sixteen months old, not sixteen years when I feel my face getting red.
Everything has to be her idea or it sucks. (Ryan will tell you that she gets this from me. I disagree, but only because it's his hypothesis). So I need to be crafty in suggesting activities such as putting on pjs or petting Luella.
Instead of "oh shit" or "damn it" I say "Oh Boy". I apparently utter this quite a bit because Lei tosses that little nugget out there with serious frequency. "Oh Boyiee!" I must also have an affection for "okay" because she's been using it in place of "yes" and it's driving me insane. Wanna play on the swing? Kay! Wanna come in for lunch? Kay! Wanna stop saying Kay? Nope.
Scraping the bottom of the patience barrel is incessant use of the word "mine". I know it's just one stepping stone on the steep path of self-actualization and identification, but it's maddening. Last week I told Lei that I didn't like the way she was using that word. "Who taught you that?" I asked. I knew her truth before she uttered the answer - a sweet little "You".