The talk.

Today, at Eddie's 1 year check up, we got the talk. You know, that talk when your doctor looks you square in the eye and says "You're at the point now when he understands everything you say. EVERYTHING. One day, he will repeat you. One day, he will really offend the lady in jewel, or the babysitter, or that nice old lady down the street. And you don't want that."

And you know what I thought in that moment? OH MY GOD MY DOCTOR HAS A MOMMY CAM. He must. He bugged me on our last visit, and has overheard me using some very, very not old lady safe words. SHIT. Shoot. What's funny is that yesterday, as Frank was struggling to get the stroller out of the car at the zoo he said something that was not doctor approved. And you know what I did? I said "Hon, you have to watch your language." And then you know what I did? I accidentally bonked Eddie's head on the roof of the car lifting him out of his car seat (we switched from our Durango back to the Vue, so I'm not quite used to the smaller interior). And you know what I said? Some thing NOT doctor approved. And Frank told me the same thing I told him all of 2 seconds earlier. Dammit! We're not so good at this. All of those years that my parents told me that I curse like a sailor and should stop? Mom and Dad, I totally should have listened.


Now I'm off to find the bug that the doctor planted. Motherfucker.

-maggie