Mummy? Heya,
My toddler, bless his little Thomas the Tank socks, is just a bubbling brook, a torrential torrent of words at the moment.
It took him such a long time to talk ‘properly’, in a manner that would satisfy my in-laws. He was one of those delightful babbling babies. His “mamambabadada’s” were lyrical, like music. I guess everyone thinks that bout their kid, huh…? Whatever. Lovely old nannas in the shops on pension day would smile and nod and say, in that matronly way that they do, “Just you wait till he starts talking! You’ll never stop him!”
How very right they all were.
In the same manner that he never stops moving, my little Chop also never stops verbalising.
On one dishpan hand, I adore it. It’s just the sweetest thing, being given an insight into the world through the eyes of a little person. After all, I now know what makes the Chop happy- “Trains and the Bump and Nonna and cupcakes and ice cream and TRAFFIC LIGHTS!!”. And who woulda thunk that Whitney Houston’s “Wanna Dance With Somebody” sounds like rainbows? (“Mummy? Rainbow song on? Turn it up?”)
On the other hand (this one stained with fingerpaint), my darling, sweet, verbal little toddler is driving me up the freaking wall.
It’s not the talking. I’m a bit of a talker myself (did you guess that…?) and I love having someone to chat to.
It’s the constant, continual, never ending use of the word “mummy”.
I know, I know. I’m a right proper bitch.
But Sunny Mummy I ain’t. (You probably guessed that too…?)
Allow me to give you an example of what I’m up against here.
Every single sentence begins- and quite often ends- the word “mummy”.
“Mummy?”
“Yes, Chop?”
“Mum?”
“Yes, Chop?”
“Mummy?”
“Yes Chop?!”
“Mummy, that traffic light over there is….”
At this point, the Chop is generally distracted by something else.
“Mummy?”
And this is where Mummy serious considers lifting her own ban on drinking and visiting LiquorLand at 11am.
I’m reminding myself, it’s just a phase. I’m reminding myself how cute it is, how much I will miss this when he’s older.
I’m reminding myself, they probably have harsh and appropriate penalties for parents who lock their children in their bedrooms. Even with plentiful food and water available. (I’m joking, people. Joking. I know. I am just so freaking insensitive sometimes.)
But I’m actually starting to wonder which is more fashionable and easier to match with existing ‘mum-drobe’ of jeans, trackie-daks, t-shirts and cardigans..
These….
or, ya know, these…?
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I use ear plugs sometimes. Seriously.
I'm getting me some of those muffs too. Mr3 suffers badly from verbal diarrhoea (or however it's spelt). Badly. So I suffer too.
My son is also a talker – had over 100 words by the time he was 18 months and never shuts up!!
I can't tell you the number of times I've pleaded with him "Please, could you just give Mummy 2 minutes of no talking!!" Especially in the car!! OMG!!
His little sister is going to be just as bad I think, although she doesn't have any words yet – she definitely has a LOT to say.
My poor hubby – it's a wonder he can ever get a word in with the 3 of us! Lucky is the strong, silent type!
My kids are 9 and 12 years old.
If I hear Mum one more time, I may snap. But now it's because one of them wronged the other in some way and they are calling for me to referee. Or? They are repeating my name because I haven't answered them BECAUSE THEY HAVEN'T GIVEN ME A CHANCE to get a word in edgewise.
Right there with you hun!!
I hear you! My son uttered his first word at 7 months old and has not stopped commentating every minute of every day since! Like you say, it does make for good company, even if the sounds of silence would be welcomed at some intervals during the day!
The Badoo and Chop would be stereo together. And we could wear matching muffs. x
personally I enjoyed the 2nd pair more… Yep it is both a joy and a nightmare when they start…
Miss M told me last night to 'quiet my bum'!! It truly is Devine the way little ones are so honest. But on the other hand….. They do need to learn some tact!
I hear ya! Put me down for a pink pair, please.
The pic of Chop is adorable!
I need some of them as well!! Both my girls will happily call me over and over and I never get a response to my "yes?". There have been days I have changed my name and not told anyone what I changed it to…
Not the pink ones, you'd have to co-ordinate everything else, with the grey ones you can wear anything.
Chop is gorgeous!!
Wait until the Bump starts and they learn to argue for your attention….
wow! i need me a pair of the fluffy pinky ones please where??? i want then bloody NOW!!!!!
Well, if you read my blog last Monday, you know that you can thank Chester Greenwood for those1
What is it with having to announce your name every time before they start speaking?? even if your the only one there is always 'mummy, mummy, mummy…' I have a rule that if they call me they better have something to say, so it's quite often 'mummy', 'yes', …pause…'I love you'. Sounds sweet, but not every hour on the hour!! xxxCate
Unfortunately for me, it isn't a phase. Anya who's 7, still calls me all the time, & I reckon she believes the word "mummy" is a form of expression. What's more annoying is this scenario: "mummy?", "yes, what is it?", "NOTHING".
Mummy, you are HILARIOUS! xx
Oh my gosh, his picture is so adorable! I remember somedays when my children were younger, by the evening time, I would wish that they would call me anything rather than Mom. I was mom, mom, mom-ed all day long too!
Oh.My.God – i have a pair of those pink ones! They're made of rabbit fur and my host parents gave them to me the year i lived and worked as a nanny in the US. They might look weird ( or insanely awesome! ) but they really come in handy when the temp gets down to -24 degrees….
They would look totally hot. They would also be very hot come the heatwave
I hear ya. Although if it is just a phase, can someone please tell me when it ends? Miss4 still starts every sentence with 'mama'..and its been over 2yrs now (with Miss1 recently starting too)..argh my ears are bleeding
I need them as well