The little mermaid

So a little back story… E and I live with Granny, two bathroom house but only one as a bathtub.

Last night before bed I tell E that she needs to go for a pee.

She knocks on the door because Granny is in the tub and we go in and I sit her on the toilet with her potty seat.

Gran starts talking to E about what movie she was watching and it goes a little like this…

G: what movie did you watch?

E: Wittow Mermaid!

G: without me?! Again?

E in a very matter of factly voice : Gan… only big kids can watch wittow mermaid. You not a big kid.

G: pretty sure I’m an adult but okay. I guess I’m not a big kid.

E: nope. You not. Bye.

It happened..

My kid told me that my ass is too big. Cool.

 

I was bent over putting something away and E decided she wanted my bedroom door shut.

I was in the way.

She starts psuhing on the door with all her might and says in a very exasperated voice..
“MUM! I cant close the door! You butt is too big! Mum you butt is TOO big!!”

Why is the innocence of babes so rude!

Snoring

Trying to get the small person to go to bed since, well, bed time was an hour ago…..

It’s time for bed honey

‘No! I’m reading! See mummy. I’m reading!’

Okay…

‘DER IS A HIPPOPAMAMUS SNOWING IN MY EAR!’

Theres a hippopotamus snoring in your ear?

‘YAAAAAA’

It’s bed time. Seriously.

Its been a minute.

And by minute, I mean a super long minute.

Apparently along with the MANY other things I cannot commit to, keeping up with a daily blog post about random things my kid says is one of them. Or she just has not said anything over great over the last while.

So just for that, I will hit ya with what has happened over the last couple weeks. some good, some not so good, some vomit worthy (I’m still surprised I didn’t vomit actually) and some that will make you cringe.

We have been pretty slow at work lately, I work in the trades so this time of year is always hit and miss, although it is the slowest we have ever been. I worked a grand total of 13.5 hours last week… Woooo. That will be great for Christmas shopping, wont it?

On the Tuesday of last week (why does everything significant happen on a Tuesday?) we had a major power outage. By major, I mean 1/3 of the entire province was without power. Three substations tripped and were damaged due to the heavy hoarfrost and rime frost on the overhead lines.Below is an accurate description of the frost.

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Even if I had work, there would have been no way to test anything to figure out what was wrong because everyone was in the dark.  That was a really lame electrical joke. I apologize now

Moving on. I had my work Christmas party this weekend, which was entertaining to say the least. We went to a local steakhouse which is normally extremely good, except for Sunday night. Yes, my work christmas party was on a Sunday, whatever.

We had THREE people serving us, two of which were managers. They still f*cked up 3 of six meals! One person is celiac so its crucial they have a gluten friendly/free meal, they screwed that one up. One person’s lobster was severely under-cooked, AND they completely FORGOT to put in the order for my dates meal. How bogus is that?! We weren’t and aren’t even difficult people to begin with! Needless to say, they comped three of our meals and I’m pretty sure fired someone that night. The rest of the night was a great time and we all laughed off the bad luck of the dinner.

Skip on over to Monday! It was actually a good day! Good lord, did she just say that Monday was a good day!? Yes. I. Did. I didn’t end up working which usually is not a good thing when the company is pretty slow BUT I got to junk out majorly on all the unused toys and clothing in E’s room and toy box. Every mom knows how good it feels to be rid of things lying around that don’t get played with.

Along comes Monday night, the crotch-fruit has gone to bed exceptionally well and so I get a decent nights sleep…until 4am anyways. side note: we live with Granny, this is important. My mom comes into my room at 4am and says ” I hear a mouse in the ceiling, I will be making noise. I’m sorry”

Okay cool, we have mice. Not. She comes back in ten minutes later asking for help because she can’t get rid of it. So here I go, traipsing down the stairs in my gitch and climb the ladder to look in the ceiling. I look to where the squeaking is coming from and there is not one mouse but THREE OF THEM. They were stuck to glue traps thankfully, so I pried those out and got rid of them as humanely as I could. So now we have yet another mouse problem to keep an eye on.

I couldnt go back to sleep for an HOUR after that, so I am thankful that I didn’t have to work  Tuesday either and could actually sleep-in until 7:30.

Tuesday was uneventful until the middle of the night. It seems to be a theme, that something goes arry in the middle of the night this week.

The dog just farted and its absolutely rancid. Just had to throw that in there so you could imagine suffering like I am with the smell as I type this.

Anyways, Tuesday night, around 12:30/1:00 am, E wakes up. “Mummmmmmyyyyy!” in a panicked voice. I go rushing in there and she says “I have to poop mummy”
*OH SHES ALSO MOSTLY POTTY TRAINED FINALLY*

I say to her, “okay quick to the bathroom!” I turn on the hall light after shes in the bathroom as to not blind her completely. She is hysterically crying now and I have no idea why. Then I stick my fingers in the back of her pull-up to pull it off and I stuck my fingers right into diarrhea.

Fuck. Me. Again, I am really surprised I did not immediately vomit at this point

I pulled off all her clothes and clean her up and stick her on the toilet, she is still crying and I say “I am going to get you new jammies and check to make sure there is no poop in your bed okay?”

She whimpers out a “yeah mummy” and stops crying as if that statement saved the whole day.

It was contained. Dear lord, thank god it was contained to the pull-up. She also went straight back to bed with absolutely no issues at all. I was still gagging.

And that brings us to, Wednesday.  Oh shit, that’s today.

Well in that case, I will hit you with our regular scheduled programming on Shit my kid says.

Driving home today,

E: Mum, I want to watch a meemee.
M: *knowing full well she means movie* I don’t know what a meemee is, honey.
E: a meemee!
M: I thought I was a meemee?!
E: NO! You a baby, mama!
M: did you just call me a baby mama?!
E: Yaaahhh!

I mean, she’s not wrong, technically I am since I am not with her dad. *insert laughing emoji here*

 

 

 

He’s gone

Getting ready to leave the house this morning. E and Rascal are standing at the screen door. E waiting to open it to leave and Rascal ready to escape.

You ready to go?

‘Yaaaaaaaaaaahhh!!!’

Okay hold on, I’m going to take something for my sinuses.

* I walk back to kitchen and then back to front door only to notice E standing there and Rascal is gone

Where’s Rascal?

‘He’s gone’

Where did he go?!

‘Out der. He’s gone’

You let him outside! E! We don’t let cats outside!!

‘Dat way. He’s gone’

I panic as I do not have time to search the neighbourhood for my darn cat. So I shake his treats…. and he freaking comes out from under the couch

My kid is an asshole. She knew he was under the couch too!

Potty training

Back story… been trying to get E to poop on the potty for a while now. She does it once in a while but tonight she actually asked to go on the potty.

This conversation afterwards went like this…

You pooped on the potty!!! Good job!!!

‘Yaaaaaaaaaa! I pooped on potty!!!’

You did!!!! Can you do it again tomorrow?!

‘Nope’

The lake

Driving home from daycare goes a little like this each day …..

[ our city is built around a small lake ]

‘Mum! Waadddaaaaa!!!’

Yes honey, that’s the lake!

‘No mummy. It’s wadda!’

All that water is what we call a lake.

‘NO. It’s wadda’

‘What dee-ing mummy?’

I’m driving

‘Ooooh. You diving?’

Yes. Mum is driving

‘Oooh.’

‘SCOO BUSS YEEWWWWOOOWWWW!!’

‘Hi city bus! Mummy, I go on city bus with Ryker and Manny!’

Yes you went on the bus to the museum with Ryker and Mandy.

‘RYKER! NO PITTING! NO SCEAMING’

kids

It would be fun they said.

No one tells you that they can be secretly little demons in a pint sized form.

Seriously.

My kid went to daycare today in her pajamas. PAJAMAS! She woke up normally, in  relatively great mood, but all hell broke loose when I told her that I needed to change her diaper. Good lord. Who knew that taking off ones pajama pants would mean the end of the world as we know it.

So she went to daycare in her pajamas. Take that moms whose kids look like they’re in vogue magazine every minute of every day! Actually, there are no parents that are like that at our daycare and I am SO thankful for it. At least I got her hair brushed today so thats a win.

Then this morning I find out that my kid doesn’t like the fact that she is no longer the only girl in her toddler class. She and the other little girl don’t get along very well. I don’t know whether I should be proud because she wants to be the leader in things or be worried that she is potentially a bully to this other little girl. Maybe a little of both? They are only 2 after all, but it better to curb any type of bullying behaviors early in life. Time will tell, or daycare will tell me.

The other half of the demon in my child decided she wanted one specific headband with attachable clip in order to go to bed. Well, hell. Do you think I could find it before bedtime? Absolutely not. E went and hid it. In a jar of all places. In a freaking jar. Thank god I did find it because it was almost the apocalypse in my house. Once I handed it to her, it was like nothing was wrong. HOW DO TINY PEOPLE DO THAT!? Absolute meltdown to the happiest kid on earth in 2.6 seconds. Its fascinating, but exhausting. Oh boy is it exhausting.

Also, we had a dad win tonight!  I have spent the last week trying to find E’s Rapunzel doll to no avail. Dad found it tonight! Yay! Definitely a life saver when it comes to E wanting all thing “Jordyn” aka Rapunzel who she refuses to call Rapunzel. So Dad to the rescue by finding the doll under the couch, which I swear I looked under at least a thousand times.

I’ll just chalk all of my little Miss’ attitude and temperaments to the fact that she has four teeth coming in at once. Now her little symmetrical gaps will be filled in finally.

Yep.

That is why shes a pint sized emotional ball of fire mixed with more sass than I can handle.

(end note; she is my flesh and blood, of course she is all of that and a bag of potato chips)