sweet pea has been experimenting with his words lately. he likes to rhyme, and i think rhyming is an important skill for a preschooler. i will wholly admit that when he said the word that rhymes with truck i reacted the wrong way. he has no idea what it means and i'm fairly positive that he hasn't heard it out of our mouths. it's possible he wouldn't have even recognized which word was offensive since he was talking gibberish and rhyming at random. but all the same he stopped 4 adults dead in their tracks. the first mistake was that we all giggled (it's so funny when it's someone else's kid, right? oh yeah, he's ours - stop laughing!). that got his attention. so for the next few minutes he tried out every variation of the word that rhymes with truck: trucker, trucking, trucked, etc. mortified, nobody knew how to stop the train wreck that was looming on the horizon. we just felt like we had to put an end to it right then and there. i mean what if beans in all his glory just started talking about the word "truck" because he does everything sweet pea does? so we yelled at him and told him that word was not ok. game over, right? for us that is. all we heard about for a week straight were different variations of "truck." so much so that we had to warn his teacher about it. and it's at this point in parenting where you have to decide if the best course of action is to punish (i.e. timeout) or ignore the behavior and try not to give negative reinforcement. we tried both, and it worked. "truck" is no longer a part of his vocabulary. now he's adopted stupid. my loving little angel just pushes me to the brink of insanity. how can a sweet innocent pea say such ugly things in one moment and want to cuddle and read stories in the next? brad and i feel like remaining calm and trying not to show our frustration is the hardest part of the threes/ fours.
i lament....as if the language was not tiresome enough, we welcome the art of the temper tantrum from beans. and the things we thought were cute days ago, have escalated into this little willzilla trying to copy everything his brother does including trying to put his baby face in the pool, jumping off the bed, swinging golf clubs, and hollering. why is he trying to grow up so fast?
sweet pea has been experimenting with his words lately. he likes to rhyme, and i think rhyming is an important skill for a preschooler. i will wholly admit that when he said the word that rhymes with truck i reacted the wrong way. he has no idea what it means and i'm fairly positive that he hasn't heard it out of our mouths. it's possible he wouldn't have even recognized which word was offensive since he was talking gibberish and rhyming at random. but all the same he stopped 4 adults dead in their tracks. the first mistake was that we all giggled (it's so funny when it's someone else's kid, right? oh yeah, he's ours - stop laughing!). that got his attention. so for the next few minutes he tried out every variation of the word that rhymes with truck: trucker, trucking, trucked, etc. mortified, nobody knew how to stop the train wreck that was looming on the horizon. we just felt like we had to put an end to it right then and there. i mean what if beans in all his glory just started talking about the word "truck" because he does everything sweet pea does? so we yelled at him and told him that word was not ok. game over, right? for us that is. all we heard about for a week straight were different variations of "truck." so much so that we had to warn his teacher about it. and it's at this point in parenting where you have to decide if the best course of action is to punish (i.e. timeout) or ignore the behavior and try not to give negative reinforcement. we tried both, and it worked. "truck" is no longer a part of his vocabulary. now he's adopted stupid. my loving little angel just pushes me to the brink of insanity. how can a sweet innocent pea say such ugly things in one moment and want to cuddle and read stories in the next? brad and i feel like remaining calm and trying not to show our frustration is the hardest part of the threes/ fours. 
i lament....as if the language was not tiresome enough, we welcome the art of the temper tantrum from beans. and the things we thought were cute days ago, have escalated into this little willzilla trying to copy everything his brother does including trying to put his baby face in the pool, jumping off the bed, swinging golf clubs, and hollering. why is he trying to grow up so fast?
I'm sure that none of this is genetically inherited from either his father or uncle. Really, I'm absolutely truckin' sure.
ReplyDeletesorry, but thats funny. so why am i so anxious for Jonah to talk?
ReplyDeletedude, truck that:) i do love listening to beans ramble on like he's talking to sweet pea, though. i just keep shuddering to think that he's going to belt out POOPY at the top of his lungs when i least expect it. getting their words is the best gift because you enter a whole new level of understanding, but at the same time, you have to bear with them while they experiment. (can you hear me plucking the gray hairs?)
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