Naughty Words and Soap

Never really contemplated washing the mouths of my children out with soap, but today I did it.

We were talking about finishing up some gifts for parties tomorrow, the children were telling me that they wanted presents too. Abigail didn't think that she could be heard over Alma, an then she said it. More like shouted it. "Alma. Shut up!"

I hate those two words. Hate them. Hate them. Hate them. I don't like it when the word hush is used (there is not a kind way to say them, so really I'd just rather not hear them at all) especially in my home.

What I dislike even more is that they came out of this little girls mouth.

{This picture was taken jut this morning}

So, Abigail said that phrase, and before I knew it, we were in the bathroom. I was grabbing the bar of soap as I explained that she had said a naughty, dirty word; and that now her mouth was dirty, so we needed to clean it with soap.

Side note- I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror on my way into the bathroom. It was hilarious. I have become that mom. The one who marches into the bathroom dragging her child behind her, to rub a bar of soap on their tongue.

It was hard not to laugh through the explanation of why we needed the soap while I had that image in my head, and was trying to figure out for myself why in the world do we put soap in our mouths other than for the reason that it tastes awful?

So now I'm trying to figure out where she heard it.

They just started watching 101 Dalmatians (which they call 'The Pongo Movie') this past month, and Cruella Devil uses that phrase along with 'idiot'. I've considered helping this video get lost in the back of the armoire, this may be the motivation I need.

When I asked her who had said that word (I was really hoping that she'd say the Mean Lady in The Pongo Movie), but she said an actual name. So now I need to wait for Tyler to get home, talk to him about who said it and what to do about it.

So I guess those two little words are where I draw my proverbial line in the sand.

I'm still holding out and hoping she just says that it was only the mean lady on the Pongo movie. It would make being a mom so much easier for me today.

Our Morning Oatmeal

This is our typical breakfast 4-5 times/week.

Alma

Alma is so thoughtful

We had a pretty late night last night. My dad (Grandpa John) had his "25 anniversary with his company dinner party" last night. He postponed it for 7 months until all of the kids could be here for it. It was the first time all 7 of us have been together since Chris and Amber's Wedding 4.5 years ago. So. Much. Fun.

Tyler's parents watched the kids for me, and the big kids (2 and 3 is big in our family) got to stay up late with them and watch Cinderella. It's so great to live close to family again! Leaving them with Grandma and Grandpa for 5 hours is much less stressful for me and easier on the kids, than leaving them with a babysitter who they would only see once a month. I really lucked out with my in-laws. Seriously. They're so great that I would go and hang out with them a couple times a week while Tyler was up at school. They are that much fun.
It's okay...you can be jealous, I probably would be too. Except that I have them. So I'm not.

So I was gonna tell a funny little story about Alma and got carried away setting it up.

We had a pretty late night, so this morning when the big kids woke up they went potty and them climbed into bed with me (Tyler's working up in Calabasas this week). Abby puts her clothes back on, but Alma takes everything off to go potty, brings me a fresh diaper, and we just don't bother with clothes for him until after breakfast (oatmeal washes off of skin more easily than Jammies).

{Wow. I am really good at going off on tangents}

Anyway, Alma's laying next to me in bed in his diaper and Abby goes back into their room, comes back and tells me that Alma wet his bed (through his previous diaper). I say that I'll have to wash his sheets. And then Alma, in his sweet croaky morning voice says that he'll keep my side of the bed warm; all while scooting towards me to help push me out of the bed.

Needless to say, there will be a little boy helping me do laundry today (they all actually beg to help with the laundry, I just felt like I needed to end with some snide little remark- maybe today I shouldn't let him help?) I'm not really upset, just in love with my sweet little two year old who knows how much I love a warm bed.