Wednesday, May 14, 2008

I can hear my father now . . .

The week has started out shaky. I honestly think Brady is doing his darnedest to send me to a psych unit. Somewhere with rubber walls, where I can twitch and mutter to myself all day, but I won't have to hear "nooooooooo! nuh UH!" again!

I love that his vocabulary is expanding and he is doing so well with his speech therapy. But, tell me, is there a way to SUBTRACT words from their little brains? If so, I am willing to pay postage to ship him to you and I will even spring for the return shipment. But, only if the work "Noooooooo! nuh UH!" are removed and it comes with some sort of guarantee and warranty.

It isn't helping that Bryce has suddenly decided to spring (not slide, slither, or sulk) into the sassy fours. Not only is his mouth chock full of sass, but he is quite opinionated about it, too.

Bryce: "Get me some milk"
Me: "Excuse me?"
Bryce: "The boys want some milk. Duuuuuh!"


Nope, he didn't get any milk. And yep, he is never coming out of his room.

3 comments:

  1. You reap what you sow

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  2. Wow! Way to make a frustrated mother feel better! I hope oyu felt good saying that. And, way to hide behind annonymity. Jackass . . .

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  3. Wow, how nice!

    I feel your pain with the no's and the attitude. Tell me where
    i can send Dora too.

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