Wednesday, June 29, 2005

Holy sh*t, it's been nearly 2 months since I last posted. I never seem to find the time at home and I'm always paranoid about posting from work.

So Hubby and I have been trying to watch our language. We both have potty-mouths (me worse than him). Peanut isn't talking yet, but we really don't want his first word to be fuck or rat bastard (OK, rat bastard is a little too complicated for a beginning speaker...but he'd say it sooner or later).

We don't want to end up like our friends who, after their 4 year-old started saying "fuck", had to warn their proper, non-potty-mouthed neighbors (who are the stand-in babysitters) before dropping her off at their house. They used the old "I don't know where she picked that word up" excuse, although we all chuckled and knew where it came from.

So, I'm trying to force myself to say poop and effing. And an occasionally "whoopsie" when I do something clumsy. I just can't bring myself to say gosh or darn. I'm not June Cleaver for eff's sake.

It makes for some interesting conversations:

Me: Some fucking asshole nearly hit me on my way home.

Hubby: You mean effing jerk

Me, Yeah, like I was saying, some effing jerk nearly hit me...

Yeah, Peanut's gonna be the only kindergartener dropping f-bombs.