This week’s Manic Monday word is Can, and oh my, there are sooo many things I Can write about. It did make me wonder how many kids today are actually familiar with The Little Engine That Could. “I think I can. I think I can.” Hell, these days, everything is Thomas the Tank. But I digress.
The first thing I thought of was the way Georgia asks for something – anything. When she first started talking, and she wanted something, she would say, “Can I? Can I? Can I?” I thought that was the cutest thing ever.
As many of you parents know, as soon as you smile or laugh at something your child does, they keep doing it. Now that Georgia can talk, and we’re trying to teach her to use ‘please’ and ‘thank you’, it’s much more frustrating because she still asks for things the same way. She puts a question in front of it, but it goes something like this:
“Can I have a bite? CanICanICanICanICanICanI . . .” to infinity until you give her what she wants. Or in the case that you interrupt her by saying no, she has a fit. Such as when Eric leaves for work.
Georgia: “Can I go? CanICanICanICanICanICanI . . .”
Me (interrupting): “No, you can’t go with daddy. Daddy has to go to work.”
Then, Eric leaves for work smiling, and Georgia throws herself on the ground screaming and kicking, “I WANT GO, TOO!”
When I try to pick her up, I get, “NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!”
This is how my week started last week. One of these days, I’m going to leave smiling and make Eric stay home with the kids all day. Hmmm . . . Now there’s a thought.
The first thing I thought of was the way Georgia asks for something – anything. When she first started talking, and she wanted something, she would say, “Can I? Can I? Can I?” I thought that was the cutest thing ever.
As many of you parents know, as soon as you smile or laugh at something your child does, they keep doing it. Now that Georgia can talk, and we’re trying to teach her to use ‘please’ and ‘thank you’, it’s much more frustrating because she still asks for things the same way. She puts a question in front of it, but it goes something like this:
“Can I have a bite? CanICanICanICanICanICanI . . .” to infinity until you give her what she wants. Or in the case that you interrupt her by saying no, she has a fit. Such as when Eric leaves for work.
Georgia: “Can I go? CanICanICanICanICanICanI . . .”
Me (interrupting): “No, you can’t go with daddy. Daddy has to go to work.”
Then, Eric leaves for work smiling, and Georgia throws herself on the ground screaming and kicking, “I WANT GO, TOO!”
When I try to pick her up, I get, “NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!”
This is how my week started last week. One of these days, I’m going to leave smiling and make Eric stay home with the kids all day. Hmmm . . . Now there’s a thought.
11 comments:
I've had plenty of those badgering sessions from my own kids. I feel your pain.
Ian
Oh my! Just like my grandsons. I think leaving smiling is not a bad idea.
I'm such a bitch. When my kids ask me, "Can I...?" I always reply, "Well, you probably can, but are you asking for permission?"
I told you - I'm a bitch.
I remember my Mom telling me yes you CAN but you may not! That used to startle me... Happy MM!
That brought on an attack of mother's "English Language" voice in my ear.
"Yes you may, I don't know if you can, let me know. Permission is different than action." :-)
You are a woman of courage and humor and I definitely think you should take that day off.
:-D)
They grow up fast.
My number four loves daddy. Me? Not so much. Daddy leaves and it's a bad day. I'm dirt. Sigh.
You sure "CAN" whip up a good Manic Monday! Great post.. come on by and visit the blog party, and grab a "CAN" of whatever grabs ya!
DEB
I love DS's bitchiness.
I can picture the faces of Eric's co-workers if you showed up in place of him for a day... what a great idea!
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Oh I remember the CanIcanI phase. I too thought it was cute. Not for long though. I love your idea about switching places with Eric. Have a great MM Neila. :)
It's so easy to miss when they were little... but you made me remember that it isn't all a bed of roses.
By all means switch... like on a Saturday. Then go to the mivies! That's what I'd do.
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