Tuesday, March 30, 2010

Film review: I Love You, Phillip Morris

One of the most decadent activities I can think of is going to the cinema on a weekday, so in my current and anticipated state of feeling sapped and exhausted, that is what I did today instead of tackling the many things on my pre-baby To Do list. I also think it's pretty decadent to consume about 8,000 calories in one day on a diet of Kit Kats, potato chips, cheese and buttered crumpets, but I did that today as well.
At any rate, one of the downsides of our move - as I may have mentioned before - is not having the Lexi Cinema at the end of our street. It was really great to be able to just pop out after Blake had gone to bed and leave Matt to have an evening at home while I went 3 minutes away to the local theater. The last movie I saw was The Education, which I was glad to have done as it was my only link to having any clue about what people were talking about last month when the Oscar hype was happening.

Today I ventured to Brixton on the bus to go to the Ritzy Cinema, where I saw I Love You, Phillip Morris at the 12:20 showing. In an effort to save money, I smuggled in a homemade ham sandwich, perhaps marking the first time I can remember eating a sandwich at a movie theater. I digress...

Back in early February 2008, when I had finished work and was waiting for Blake, I remember watching Juno at the Screen at Baker Street. There was some element of relational movie-watching, what with Juno being the pregnant teen and me being pregnant. I related to her feeling big and having cravings. Although I Love You, Phillip Morris was entertaining, I can definitely say it was almost like science fiction in terms of how much I shared with these characters - Jim Carrey starring as the conman Steven Russell, and Ewan McGregor as his love interest whom he meets in a Texas prison.

Anytime I try to write a movie review, I realize how complicated a genre it is! I Love You, Phillip Morris made me feel a lot of things: sadness at Steven's quest to figure out how he could be happy, awe at the way in which he continually duped so many people, amusement at Ewan McGregor's sweet pitiful character Phillip and at some of the crazy things that Steven pulls off. But most importantly, for 2 hours in the middle of the day, it allowed me to escape. Which, interestingly, is just what Steven is trying to do in the final prison break scene. Whether he makes it or not is open-ended, but after the story, you almost have to believe that he just might.

Crafts - can I cut it?!

On Friday when I picked Blake up at nursery they informed me that I needed to bring in an Easter hat for him for Monday. Erm....? I didn't really even know what that meant but fortunately have never been afraid to ask if I'm not sure of something. Apparently crafting Easter bonnets is big here, so the head teacher told me that I should be able to find a straw hat at a local pound shop (think dollar shop!) which I could then decorate.

On Sunday we headed off to the grocery store and then were blessed by a miracle of actually locating one of these straw hats at a nearby shop, so I bought some little chicks and set about figuring out how I was going to decorate this thing. In the end a bit of glue and some tissue paper sufficed for my creation, but I did wonder - not for the first time - when the need to actually be able to sew was going to surface in my life as a mother. I am pretty embarrassed to admit that I would be hard-pressed to sew a button, but no doubt this need is going to come up. Fortunately glue was good enough in this case, and Blake wouldn't even put the hat on so it hardly mattered. Maybe sewing will be what I do in the "spare" time once BLT is here....but somehow I doubt it. Regarding this post title - can I cut it in the crafts department? Let's just say for now, I can glue it!

Life's a zoo

On Saturday Matt had some things to do around the house which would have been next-to-impossible if Blake had been underfoot, so B and I headed off off an excursion to Battersea Park Zoo. Nothing against its efforts - and believe me, I was definitely glad to have it as a destination, but the use of the term "zoo" is perhaps a bit of a stretch, as the central features (and what most of the kids seemed to be drawn to) were actually a fire engine which the little ones could climb into, and a playground. There were, to be fair, some zoo-like elements: a couple of squirrel monkeys, a collection of very cute otters and meerkats, and a little bit of urban farm in the form of a donkey and a pony. It's not the London Zoo, but it was still a good outing...

Apparently the fire brigade had visited Blake's nursery that week, so he is majorly spoiled in his interaction with rescue equipment.









Friday, March 26, 2010

Women, the series

A few Mondays ago, we had the pleasure of seeing our dear friend Mel Tibbs featuring in a series entitled Women on BBC4. This episode was titled "Mothers" and was the second of 3 episodes that charted the feminist movement from the 60's into modern day. Mel and her family were one of 8 families to feature in the hour-long segment, and each section covered generally how different families were dealing with the division of labor between men and women and explored whether gender defined how they handled the daily life of raising kids and working in or out of the home.

There were a few extreme cases: a female ear, nose and throat surgeon who was out of the home from 7:00 am-7:00 pm (pretty much the hours that her daughter was awake) and whose husband had been working out of the country for most of the past year (when asked what she needed her husband for, she replied, "Not much"), and a bit of unfair questioning (I felt) to a man who did not ever think to clean the tub after he has a bath and was therefore made to look like a prehistoric caveman who didn't appreciate his Oxford-educated wife's efforts to keep their house running. Matt and I watched the episode together and had a good chat afterwards about who does do more around here (I do more laundry, he probably does more cleaning), but generally it did make me think about how much women these days do sometimes take on in terms of trying to do and be everything to everybody - employers, partners, children, friends. It also made me realize that how we spend our time - whether working outside of the home or leaving our children in childcare, and then what we do in our spare time - is really about how we define our values. I, for one, definitely don't value a clean house all that much! But I do value trying to give my child and family all that I can to give us the best chance at a happy and fulfilling life.
Mel and Alan's brood came across very well and we were proud to see them on screen and be able to call them our friends. And it also made me want to book my next weekend to go visit them in their lovely rural existence! (no pressure, Mel! :)

I then watched later the first and third episodes - Libbers and Activists and enjoyed both of them to a lesser degree, although did find it interesting to consider how far women have come in 40 years and to think about how I feel about women's rights issues and feminism. In the first episode someone defines feminism as not adhering to the belief that men are supreme (to paraphrase), and in that respect I would say I am a feminist. The Activists episode, however, spotlighted a group of female activists in London who march and protest, so it's fair to say I'm pretty far removed from that level of feminist activity. Unless you count trying to force march a toddler to nursery or protest at his not listening to what his mother is saying...!

Each episode had a kind of ending theme song and the first one was Helen Reddy's, "I am woman, hear me roar"....Oh yes I am wise, but it's wisdom born of pain, Yes I've paid the price, but look how much I've gained...I am strong, I am invincible, I am woman. I like to think that yes, I am strong and invincible. And then, Blake nearly falls off the couch this afternoon prompting me to drop the laptop on my foot and nearly cry in pain...

The mothers segment theme song was Sandy Posey's "Born a woman": I was born a woman...a woman's lot is to give and give, and go on giving...yes, I was born a woman, I'm glad it happened that way. That kind of sums up how I'm feeling at the moment - giving and giving, but happy for the chance to do it and be able to experience what being a mother and a wife is like.

So in total contrast to my two televisualistic vices (Glee and Desperate Housewives), Women was a series worth watching. It made me think, it made me question, and it made me appreciate. Now on to arranging that summer weekend in Dorset...

Anna and Chris are proud parents!

On Thursday we got the much-anticipated text to say that Anna had given birth yesterday to a little boy, Joseph, who arrived at 1:18 am weighing 7lbs, 6 oz. He looks gorgeous from the below picture and we are so excited that he is here safely and that everyone is healthy and happy. In fact, words cannot express our joy! Congratulations, Chris and Anna! We can't wait to meet him.


Where I went yesterday

As yesterday was Thursday, in theory I was at home with Blake. In fact, though, I was actually on a journey, to a place you fellow mothers reading this might have been before...

We had some shelves built into our alcoves in our living room this week, so yesterday while that was going on, Blake and I headed out to pass some time. We first headed to the post office to pick up a package from Granny Karla (a few new outfits for BLT, a few for each gender as Karla is hedging her bets). It was then to the recycling facility nearby to drop off the old shelves that had come down. Blake then chose to fall asleep in the car so I had no choice but to join him, once I was parked safely outside the house, I should add!

Around 1:00 we had some lunch and then it started raining really hard, so I made the call to head over to the Horniman Museum which holds a natural history collection and a nice little aquarium. The name leaves a little to be desired, but on a rainy day it's a very convenient thing to have nearby!

The aquarium is small but perfectly formed, with a few tanks representing various environments - one with frogs and tadpoles, one with "drifters" - jellyfish and the like, a couple with some exotic-looking fish, and two tanks holding crabs and a one-clawed blue lobster. Blake cracked me up by mispronouncing "lobster" as "monster" but we got to see him being fed which was neat. We then went to the music gallery and then finally in to see all the stuffed animals behind glass. All in all, a really nice time.

On the way back to the car, the rain had stopped and there is a nice little playground just next to the museum, so we went down and played on the slides and climbing frames and in the sand pits. There was a family of 4 girls there so Blake sort of copied them a bit of the time and ran around doing his own thing. At about 5:15, it started to get dark with rain clouds and the family headed up the hill to leave. Blake can be hit or miss about whether he chooses to go with the pack or follow the beat of his own drum, and at first I thought I was in luck as he marched up the hill to leave the park as the little girls were doing. Then, just as the skies opened up, he changed his mind and ran about 100 yards back down the hill to the playground. I went after him and told him that we needed to leave, because it was dark and cold and raining, and did he listen? I'll give you one guess. He climbed up on the playground equipment and kept running between the top of the slide to the top of a ladder-like set of rungs, squealing and laughing at how cunningly he was evading my attempts to get him down. I am sure that I actually probably did look like a comedy mother trying to get him down. I tried a bit of bait - that we needed to get home to see Daddy - and that didn't work. I explained again that it was cold, and Mommy was getting wet, and well, that Blake was getting wet too because at this point he wasn't even wearing his coat, and still he just ran around and squealed with glee that evidently he was getting his way.

And it was at that point that I realized where I had been headed all day. I thought about what we had done since we'd woken up. I had taken him out, I had fed him, I had played with him, I had let him run around and get rid of all his pent-up energy. I had not kept him at home bored, while I read magazines or watched tv or did chores. The only thing I'd done possibly that was less than ideal in terms of my attention toward him was to keep one eye on my phone all morning as I waited for news from Anna and Chris.
And so, at about 5:25 I reached the place I'd been heading all day....WITS' END it's called, and that was it. I went up the stairs on the climbing frame and pretty forcefully put Blake horizontally under my arm and as he howled and screamed I carried him up the hill. At some point I wondered if I might be bruising his ribs but I thought that I wasn't holding him that tightly - probably also because I am so big and out of shape that I was actually having trouble keeping him in the crook of my arm. When we got out of the park I asked him if he wanted to walk, and he replied yes, but evidently he and I were temporarily out of sync in terms of how we defined "walking". To him this meant meandering off the sidewalk into where they were tearing up an old sidewalk and recreating it, which meant loads of mud in the now absolutely TORRENTIAL rain. The end result was my pretty much dragging him to the car (fortunately he had at least identified that he was cold and had put his coat on, which made it easier for me to direct him upwards via the use of the hood). We got into the car, him with his nose running and a teary, red face, me with my glasses fogged up and my wool coat soaked and mud from his shoes all over my hands and coat, and I just thought, "AAAARGH". By the time we got home and he had listened to a few songs on his "cdd" (not sure where the extra "d" in "cd" is coming from), he was feeling happier and was ready to get on some dry clothes and play with his Lego's in his room. And I guess I was feeling good that I had been able to return from Wits' End with my sanity relatively intact. Next time I'd love to go just to the museum though...

Hugo's birthday

Blake's first friend Hugo had his 2nd birthday party at the William IV pub in Kensal Rise last Sunday, so Blake and I headed up to the old neighborhood to wish him a happy 0-2. Tanya's invite was pretty funny:

Apparently children turn 2 and go a bit bonkers.

Come and watch it happen: LIVE


I got pretty nostalgic being back with our old crew, all of whom are such fun and cool people! We just haven't yet had the time to make new friends down here, so although it was so much fun to catch up with everyone and also meet a few new additions, I did feel a little bit sad that we've moved and that I don't get to see everyone as much. Blake had a great time seeing his old friends and ran around a lot in the pub courtyard, and made us all laugh when he pants kept falling down revealing a rather fetching "builder's bum". Hugo has grown up so much and Tanya's cake was very impressive indeed - she had some secret tip about how not to get the frosting all gobby so I will have to remember that one.




Night out on the town!

Last Saturday evening was a novel occasion: Matt and I went out to dinner! Just typing that, and including the exclamation mark, seems so lame.

Anyway, I had missed Anna's birthday night out because of catching the noravirus that day, so to make up for that and to have one last hurrah with Chris and Anna before they became parents, we went out to dinner at Village East near London Bridge. We got a sitter - a lovely local girl recommended by the next door neighbor - and we headed into town for a night out! The last time Matt and I had tried to go out together was on our anniversary back in September, and he ended up getting sick (that time around Chris and Anna were actually down to watch Blake!), so it had been at least 6 months - and probably more like 9 or 12 - since he and I had been out together in the evening...at least as best I can remember. It was exciting - I tried on a pregnancy dress that Mom had sent me months ago which I never had the chance to wear. In the end I didn't wear it because it literally made me look as big as a barn and I thought it would not be good for my spirits to feel that I was wearing the most unattractive garment possible. I went with a long black sweater instead and felt much better about that choice. Dinner was nice and it was fun to catch up with Anna and Chris before their big week ahead. We had one last "bump shot" and then it was back home to bed, well after midnight, which wasn't so great the next morning when dealing with our early bird. Still, it was so nice to be reminded of what the outside world is like on a Saturday evening and very special to be with the soon-to-be parents. It was also hard to believe that there were days when we'd stay out much later, and perhaps even more difficult to remember those next mornings when there was no specific need to wake up, apart from maybe to go out and get some lunch!
The boys had had more beers than the girls...




One final bump shot - Anna at 38+6 and me at 37+2...

Anna gets the taxi while Chris tries for a better photo...


Wednesday, March 24, 2010

Pink or blue?

One of the things that seems surprising to the majority of people who ask me is that we did not find out the gender of BLT. I definitely have thought a lot more this time around about whether we maybe should have found out when we could through the ultrasound, but generally feel that I can be patient and that with so much in life is known, this is a surprise worth keeping.

Their question and my answer that we didn't find out generally leads to a further question, either what would I like to have or what do I think it is going to be. Since it's something I've had to talk about quite a lot recently, I thought I might as well do a post on it in case you're interested.

So...for one thing, the gender is already determined, and therefore in a way the hypothesizing is kind of pointless. Upon the baby's arrival, we will find out. But, in theory here is what I think:

- Like many second-time parents (who don't think they'll be having any more children), I'm assuming, there is definitely an element of hoping for the sex to be different to what we have already. And what we have already in Blake is a sturdy, solid, energetic, no doubt about it - boy. I would be lying if I said that there isn't some part of me that hopes that BLT is a girl. I know how - or I think I know how - boys work, and it would be nice to see what role gender does play in shaping personality. At the moment I am convinced that surely girls cannot be as difficult and unruly as Blake is being (I'm sure I'm wrong, but I just like to think this). There is also the element of comparison and how it would really nice for the second child to perhaps not always be compared to his/her sibling, which I guess might happen more if they are of the same gender. With the thought that so often the second child's milestones seem to be diluted when compared to his/her older siblings', being able to say, "Well, that was the first time I saw my daughter smile", or go to school, or whatever, makes each milestone unique to each child. And as a mother now myself, I think it would be lovely to have a daughter with whom, maybe some years down the road, I can share in so many of the things that make it great to be a woman - like being a bride, and becoming a mother. So, yes, I would love a daughter.

- The good news is that I don't think I will be upset if BLT is a boy, which really I am preparing for and have told myself all along that I should expect. My pregnancies have been very similar in terms of lack of sickness and the way I've felt (a male colleague of mine said that his wife who is pregnant with their second has felt really ill, and he thinks they're going to have a girl "because girls make you sick!"). The way I'm carrying this baby seems much the same as with Blake, and the lady who comes around our office selling sandwiches looked at me today and say it's a boy based on my protruding bump as opposed to full-on spread. Regardless, the advantages of a boy are there: as I said, I think I know what to expect with boys. Of course, BLT and Blake are different children, so it's not like there are any guarantees that they will be even similar in terms of looks, personalities, traits, etc. As we sorted through about 17,000 articles of Blake's clothes last week, I saw a clear advantage to having a boy in terms of having a lot of clothing and things we can use again. They would also perhaps be more inclined to play together better and be able to do and share similar things as they grow up (not that this couldn't happen as well if it's a girl), and above all, I think I'm a good mother of boys - given my love of sports and my loathing of fashion. Part of me fears what would happen if it came to me to help dress a little girl BLT throughout the years, or advise her through those turbulent teenage girl years.

And so, we wait and see, which means I'm likely still to get questions in the run-up about what I'm thinking re: gender. But the main beauty of it all is that whether we end up with a Baby Boy Lyons or a Baby Girl Lyons, he or she will still be wonderful. And that, really, is all that matters.

Friday, March 19, 2010

That'll learn ya!

I find it interesting to think that a great deal of time and money probbaly goes into studies that analyze the effects of sleep deprivation on mice, when just as easily researchers could look at parents whose children defy the clock and turn their parents into virtual zombies. Breaking dishes accidentally, spilling cups of coffee and then blurting out words which are not supposed to be said out loud when children are in earshot, and this morning's example which takes the cake: it is clear that sleep is critical to function well.

While this is yet another post about sleep, I hope you'll bear with me, and that you may have a chuckle, as I have all morning. Blake woke up at 4:14 and although I went in to him, I wasn't good enough so after "Daddy, Daddy" grew old, Matt came in as well. By 4:45 B was back asleep but it was only temporary - at 5:37 he was up again. As this is more his customary wake-up time, Matt brought him into our bed and headed downstairs to get his bottle [and yes, before you comment, yes, he still has bottles, and no, I don't think this is too much of a problem]. Mr Impatient whined for the 1minute and 42 seconds it took Matt to go down, heat the milk, and come back upstairs, but then went quiet as Matt handed him the blessed vessel of cow juice. Just as my eyelids were closing shut to enjoy another 2.5 minutes of shut-eye, I saw in slow-motion (well, everything IS in slow-motion at 5:42 in the morning!) the most horrible and hilarious sight, as the entire contents of the bottle rushed out into Blake's face. After a moment of my bolting upright, yelling at Matt, and Blake breaking into sobs of shock and dissatisfaction, I then had to laugh. Like really laugh. Poor Matt either didn't put the teat on or didn't screw it on, one of the two, but was so pitiful in his explanation that "he just wasn't awake when he did it" that I couldn't do anything but laugh.

In one of my amateur singing courses - back in those times when I actually had a life that didn't revolve around tending to someone else's needs, we sang songs from the musical Carousel, and in the song titled "Give it to 'em Good, Carrie" there is a line about teaching the menfolk a lesson: "That'll learn 'em, darn 'em". It made me think this morning whether Blake might be a little more reluctant to wake up so early and ask for his bottle after the toddler's equivalent of getting a pint of beer thrown in his face!

As a result, I also reflected this morning about why it is so pointless to worry about things that haven't yet happened. When we moved, I was so anxious about how in the world I was going to be able to get up in time to get ready, and get Blake ready, before we needed to leave the house to get him to nursery and me to work on time. Well, clearly - this issue never materialized! So rather than having to set an alarm clock, I now don't even bother, and in fact in the 2 hours before we left this morning I was able to run and hang up a load of laundry, put another load in to be hung up this evening, do the dishes, and have a shower and get both of us dressed. It was like being a Stay at Home Mom on crack - what you can get accomplished in 2 hours! So the moral is, what good was it worrying about how we were going to handle the situation, when the situation never became an issue?!

And with that, I bid you a happy Friday, and a happy spring weekend. I will do another post shortly about the glorious nature of Spring. Just after I finish laughing off Bottlegate...

Sunday, March 07, 2010

All aboard the stubborn express

Of all the character traits I could think up to describe myself, the one I think tends to be a constant in my life is stubbornness. As a child, this inability to give up on an idea (or a want) led to my parents usually giving in, probably just to get me to be quiet and give them some peace. Although being stubborn has its downsides, I usually think of it as a good thing - using the words "persistent" or "dedicated" might have better connotations.

Friday night I knew that I needed to bake Blake a cake for his family birthday party on Saturday. He has a real love of trains so I thought it would be fun to search for some ideas on how to make a train-themed cake. Of course I knew that there was always the option to make a basic cake and then try to draw a train on it (thanks, Mel T!), but I'm not that good when it comes to those decorating tube things and I figured it wouldn't look very good...or this is what I told myself. Instead I set my mind to something I found online, a video from the Betty Crocker site where these two women in a very large, immaculate kitchen, with excellent-looking tools - and manicured nails - create a gorgeous little 4-carriage train cake. See the video here if you have an extra six minutes to spare, or just have a peek to see what I was aiming for.

On Friday night I watched it twice through, and decided I could at least attempt the engine. I then watched it again on Saturday morning before heading off to the store for ingredients. I was pretty proud of the finished product - it doesn't even come close to Liv and Lori's but I think Blake still at least was able to identify it as a train (of course we were all saying "Look, it's a train!" so I guess he had some helpful hints). So much of the video makes me laugh though - like when the Betty Crcoker expert says, "The hardest part is [frosting] the corners." Um, is that really the hardest part, because I found the hardest part to be opening the oven up after the recommended baking time to find the whole thing still a half-baked gooey mess (another half an hour on top of the first half an hour resolved that!), and then having the whole thing start to crumble apart when I was attempting to do my "crumb coat".

I took heart from a line in the Delia Smith cookbook in the cakes section under the heading "What if something goes wrong." Delia says "Always remember the good things that go into a homemade cake" - in my case that would be equal parts love and stubbornness, and I think the end result was pretty much a success. I think for next year's party, though, I might stick to cupcakes.



p.s. I should add that this was his second birthday cake - I made one for nursery on Monday and he blew out the candles first thing Monday morning. Here he is with it as well as sporting his exciting new Thomas the Tank Engine pyjamas....


Like mother, like son?

On Thursday Blake and I ventured to John Lewis on Oxford Street in a quest to get some curtains for his room. The lighter mornings are wonderful for the soul but not so good for the light-sleeping Blake, so hopefully with some blackout linings we will have him thinking it's not time to get up until at least 8:00 am! We can hope...
We got the bus to Brixton and then the Victoria line to Oxford Circus - not too bad a journey with Blake having fallen asleep in his stroller. He then kindly stayed asleep while I toured around the store - I got through the curtain, bedding, bedroom storage and sports shoes departments before he woke up. It made a big difference that he was asleep for all this. When he woke up we had a nice lunch at the cafe on the 5th floor and then went off to get him some new shoes. His favorites were a white sequined pair of flats probably better suited for a 12-year-old girl, but we finally settled on some new navy Startrites.
At nursery two weeks ago they told me that Blake had sat on the "potty" there. As with the other nursery, he has struck up his closest friendships with two little girls - Mia and Frankie - and they are apparently good at using the potty already. So evidently he wanted to try it out too. I thought if this was something that was going on at nursery I should probably make sure we could reinforce it at home too, so after the shoes we went off in search of some children's potties. Once we found them, Blake explored the "try before you buy" theory to its near fullest, not content simply to sit on them to see whether they were comfortable or not, but actually going through the motions and pulling down his trousers/pants. It was then difficult for me because I definitely didn't want to DIScourage this - of course in a normal setting he will of course have to "drop trou", but obviously we were in the middle of a store, and the toilet wasn't yet ours. It was pretty hilarious really, so I just kept saying really loudly, "Ok, so let's go buy this one then" so that people knew that I was going to buy it. The funniest part happened when he took the potty over to the glass that overlooked the escalators (behind him in one of the photos below), sat down and then started waving at people who were going up and down the escalators. Too funny, and I thought to myself that if exhibitionist tendencies are passed along in DNA, we may be in trouble if he's inherited that from me! At any rate, we did manage to purchase the potty and it's home now with us. More to come I'm sure on the potty training front, but if the rest of it is anywhere near as much fun as the beginning, I'm sure we'll be fine.





Oh Sh*t

My weekly tv consumption consists of two shoes - Glee and Desperate Housewives. Desperate has gone downhill in my opinion but I'll stick with it for now; fortunately Glee is so fantastic that its one hour a week would probably be enough to satisfy my tv needs.
The DH episode on Wednesday resonated quite strongly with me though this week. In the UK we are a few episodes behind the US, but the one that aired this week here was the one where Juanita Solis, Carlos and Gabi's portly elder daughter, gets in trouble at school for using an expletive during her school play. Gabi goes to defend her and eventually pulls her out of school because she feels Juanita is being unfairly punished. I hope it won't go nearly as far for us, but on Friday when I picked up Blake at nursery one of the girls told me that they had heard him say the "s" word. I groaned, because there is no denying where he got it from...that would be me! A few weeks ago I knocked over an entire cup of coffee in the kitchen and that was the first thing out of my mouth, and it was very loud. Although Blake wasn't even in the room, I'm sure he heard it, because since then I'd heard him say it a few times. In terms of that grammar development that I have such a keen interest in, this aspect is not one of the ones I would want to encourage!
When we got home on Friday night, the word was pretty hot on his brain - "Oh shit" he said about 20 times in the space of about 10 minutes while I was making dinner. At the time I was opting for a replacement word technique - "Oh sugar!" I kept suggesting every time he said it. I headed upstairs for the Toddler Taming and Pocket Parenting books to see what they suggested.
Yesterday when Matt's mum was here for B's family birthday, she said she thought he might enjoy the drama of it all, so today when he said it I just ignored it. I said to Matt that I might need to concoct a "fake situation" and provide an alternative and clean exclamation, to see if that would stick as a replacement to the "s" word. Otherwise we might have some problems getting some play dates! I think the funniest part of it all is that whenever I hear him say "Oh shit", that is definitely what I'm thinking in my head about the situation. Although now I know that I just have to keep that thought to myself. Whether you make the comparison that he's like a sponge or a mirror, Blake is definitely listening to Mommy...selectively of course, but I can't let my guard down!