do as I say... not as I do

Or should it perhaps be do as I do, not as I say?
(I don't think I ever got the hang of that maxim…)


and whilst I tried to ration my son's chocolate supply over Easter,
I did not ration myself and ate far too many creme eggs
and that's because I am a

hypocrite

I have not yet said this to my almost two-year-old son, but if I were to, I am sure he would repeat it.

repeat it.

Yes, he has got the case of the copies. Copies. And everything that my partner or I say, say, is repeated, repeated, until it becomes a case of echo... echo... echo...

Although I do have to admit that there are some words I rather enjoy hearing him say, like: dungarees

Duggarees

Rungadees

Dungarees

third time lucky I suppose.

We have this A-B-C cat book at home that has all kinds of ridiculously long and unusual descriptive terms in it (describing the cats) and I am dying to read it to him. It has fragments like 'daringly eats dragees, devilled drumsticks and donuts' and 'his name is Wilberforce, he lives in West Wittering' and I want my son to attempt saying West Wittering because, well, I admit it, I find it AMUSING. 

Does this make me a bad parent?




hell no... 
...
hey - what can I say... he called me Caroline the other day. CAROLINE not MAMA!
the nerve!
the cheek!


I almost wet my pants laughing.
kids - they're great - you get a belly laugh a day.