One Moment With Briony
So it would appear that I have accidentally taught Briony to call her Dada GEOFF. I'm still Mama, and Geoff is still Dada maybe 50% of the time, but the rest of the time he is GEOFF.
But not just any kind of GEOFF. GEOFF in this awful naggy parrot voice that she clearly picked up from somewhere... OH. MY. GOD. MORTIFYING.
Labels: Briony, Mommy Stuff, One Moment With Briony, The Boy, Things We Did To Screw Up Our Kid
Things We Did To Screw Up Our Kid
It seemed like such a good idea at the time... Ever since she was little (littler than she is now), we've told Briony that she has 'juice' in her sippy cup. It's totally water. But it was kind of brilliant, right?
Yep. Right up until she's happily splashing away in the bathtub exclaiming 'JUICE! JUICE!'
(And WHAT ON EARTH will happen when she notices it raining outside this spring?)
We're too poor for this much therapy. Sorry, B. We'll buy you a self-help book or something. Other parents have probably done the same thing, right? Probably LOTS of them. No? Damn. I DO NOT HAVE TIME TO WRITE A SELF-HELP BOOK.
Labels: Briony, Mommy Stuff, Things We Did To Screw Up Our Kid
