Mason has added a four-letter word to his vocabulary and I am SO unhappy with it.
If you have ever had a 2 year old yourself, I can 100% guarantee that this word was said multiple times in your house.
You probably, like me, wished that you could go back in time to the person who invented it, and smack them dead in the face.
Any idea what the word is yet?
M-I-N-E.
mine.
Not what you were expecting?
Let's just say while some parents would breathe a sigh of relief that their toddler's favorite four-letter word doesn't start with an "f", "s", or "d", I am not any more pleased that our little character is choosing the "m word" as his new favorite.
It all started last week.
I know, that seems weird...Mason has always been a big talker. Words are his forte. He's always adding vocab words that we didn't even know he had heard before and throwing them out all casual-like.
Daycare was closed for two weeks, our daycare lady had her 3rd baby and took some well-deserved time off to heal.
To clarify...she's technically still taking time off, but her assistant is taking over the daycare until the maternity leave period is over so those of us who don't have long-term back-up care can survive the 6 weeks that she is resting and bonding with her baby.
Mason went back to daycare last Tuesday. We came home, and suddenly (literally the second he jumped out of the car), everything was his. "MIIIIIIINE! Mine! Mine! Mine!"
He ran around the garage pointing at his multiple toys and labeling them all as "Mine!"
I know, I know, daycares get a bad rep because everyone blames their kids bad habits on daycare.
Well little Johnny never used to throw fits at the table but I think he saw a kid at daycare do it so now he does it too!
But I can honestly say with 100% conviction that Mason did NOT learn that word at home, because Steven and I do NOT go around our house claiming items by saying "Mine". It'd be kind of funny...like those seagulls on Finding Nemo...but it doesn't happen.
I cannot tell you how much I hate that word.
It's one of those words that, as an adult with no children, you never really hear.
Sure, you hear variations of it, because as adults are more "mature" than toddlers, all that really means is we come up with more creative ways to act like toddlers without anyone else noticing we are doing it.
There are grown-up versions of "mine" floating all over, but the actual word is rarely if ever spoken.
I knew, however, how much I hated the word before Mason started saying it, because I cringed when I heard other peoples' kids saying it. I can't explain it other than that it literally sends a shiver down my spine when I hear it yelled out.
I'd love to go all "Bill Cosby" on the kid and explain to him that there is literally not one thing in the house that he actually owns because Steven and I bought it all for him with our money...so it's OURS (technically), but let's not be ridiculous.
I don't even care that he has a posessiveness over his belongings.
More power to you!
There will always be people in this world trying to take what isn't theirs, and sometimes you have to stand up and protect your shit goddangit!
But the WORD!!!!!!!!
Mine. Mine. Mine. Mine. Mine. Mine. Mine.
Can't we just skip ahead to, Well actually that toy belongs to me and I'll be happy to share it with you, but just not right now.
Oh wait.
That never happens.
So here we are, living in the world of "mine".
Mine baseball!
Mine book!
Mine iPad! (oh yeah, the kid even claims shit he KNOWS isn't his!)
We're trying to get past it, through it, take a detour away from "mine-town".
The word is never said without one of us stepping in and saying, No! We do not say 'mine' in this family!
So far, no progress.
He is 2 years old after-all.
We put him in time-out and he loves making up ways to entertain himself so much that when I ask Do you want to go in time-out? in direct response to naughty behavior his response is always, Yes!
It's going to be a long mining road to get the mine out of mining mineville (see what I did there?)
In the meantime, enjoy your weekend, and keep checking back with MINE little space on the internet :)
XOXO
Laurel
If you have ever had a 2 year old yourself, I can 100% guarantee that this word was said multiple times in your house.
You probably, like me, wished that you could go back in time to the person who invented it, and smack them dead in the face.
Any idea what the word is yet?
M-I-N-E.
mine.
Not what you were expecting?
Let's just say while some parents would breathe a sigh of relief that their toddler's favorite four-letter word doesn't start with an "f", "s", or "d", I am not any more pleased that our little character is choosing the "m word" as his new favorite.
It all started last week.
I know, that seems weird...Mason has always been a big talker. Words are his forte. He's always adding vocab words that we didn't even know he had heard before and throwing them out all casual-like.
Daycare was closed for two weeks, our daycare lady had her 3rd baby and took some well-deserved time off to heal.
To clarify...she's technically still taking time off, but her assistant is taking over the daycare until the maternity leave period is over so those of us who don't have long-term back-up care can survive the 6 weeks that she is resting and bonding with her baby.
Mason went back to daycare last Tuesday. We came home, and suddenly (literally the second he jumped out of the car), everything was his. "MIIIIIIINE! Mine! Mine! Mine!"
He ran around the garage pointing at his multiple toys and labeling them all as "Mine!"
I know, I know, daycares get a bad rep because everyone blames their kids bad habits on daycare.
Well little Johnny never used to throw fits at the table but I think he saw a kid at daycare do it so now he does it too!
But I can honestly say with 100% conviction that Mason did NOT learn that word at home, because Steven and I do NOT go around our house claiming items by saying "Mine". It'd be kind of funny...like those seagulls on Finding Nemo...but it doesn't happen.
I cannot tell you how much I hate that word.
It's one of those words that, as an adult with no children, you never really hear.
Sure, you hear variations of it, because as adults are more "mature" than toddlers, all that really means is we come up with more creative ways to act like toddlers without anyone else noticing we are doing it.
There are grown-up versions of "mine" floating all over, but the actual word is rarely if ever spoken.
I knew, however, how much I hated the word before Mason started saying it, because I cringed when I heard other peoples' kids saying it. I can't explain it other than that it literally sends a shiver down my spine when I hear it yelled out.
I'd love to go all "Bill Cosby" on the kid and explain to him that there is literally not one thing in the house that he actually owns because Steven and I bought it all for him with our money...so it's OURS (technically), but let's not be ridiculous.
I don't even care that he has a posessiveness over his belongings.
More power to you!
There will always be people in this world trying to take what isn't theirs, and sometimes you have to stand up and protect your shit goddangit!
But the WORD!!!!!!!!
Mine. Mine. Mine. Mine. Mine. Mine. Mine.
Can't we just skip ahead to, Well actually that toy belongs to me and I'll be happy to share it with you, but just not right now.
Oh wait.
That never happens.
So here we are, living in the world of "mine".
Mine baseball!
Mine book!
Mine iPad! (oh yeah, the kid even claims shit he KNOWS isn't his!)
We're trying to get past it, through it, take a detour away from "mine-town".
The word is never said without one of us stepping in and saying, No! We do not say 'mine' in this family!
So far, no progress.
He is 2 years old after-all.
We put him in time-out and he loves making up ways to entertain himself so much that when I ask Do you want to go in time-out? in direct response to naughty behavior his response is always, Yes!
It's going to be a long mining road to get the mine out of mining mineville (see what I did there?)
In the meantime, enjoy your weekend, and keep checking back with MINE little space on the internet :)
XOXO
Laurel