We all have heard that god awful song that swept the country by fire last year producing more memes, spin-offs, and parodies that should ever be allowed on social media. But it has been in my head all week even though it’s 15 minutes have come and gone (thank goodness).
Because my quirky little son is a chronic repeater. If he hears it, he can say it, and that is the law. Which is a huge reason why I don’t curse but have learned that telling the dogs to “shut up” was also a bad idea as he galloped through the house chanting, “Shut up! Shut up! Shut up!”, a few weeks ago.
Parenting. Some of us are just not that bright sometimes.
Another, less cringe worthy, habit that he has picked up from his cousin is calling Chris and I by our first names. This one is hilarious. Maybe I shouldn’t think so…but I totally do. Since we do not want to confuse him by telling him that it is wrong (since it isn’t) we explained that my name is Amber but I am momma and Chris’s name is Chris but he is still dadda…which has resulted in “Mamma Amber and Dadda Chris”.
This kid…never a dull moment.
Now, since apparently I tell Jp “thank you baby” when he does things, he has begun requesting items and when I get them for him, he then tells me, “Thank you baby!”, every single time. Seriously, I can’t stop giggling.
So. Frickin’. Cute.
But I could really live without being reminded of Carly Rae What-her-face EVER again. Although, I am pretty sure it’s stuck in your head now, too. You’re welcome. 😉
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