Big sighhhhhhh.
Ahh more memories of the summer holiday. You know, the one we chose to be on…
I know, I know, I don’t deserve to be having a good time in Torquay now.
Bad bad Jo.
Great Yarmouth is on the East Coast of England about 20 miles from Norwich.
We were in a little village nearby called Scratby.
I don’t know if we’d go there again, but the holiday itself?
It was good.
We spent a week on the beach and in the pool – yes in the UK, and Miss M learned the word ‘plenty’ and used it, well, plenty…
After our first day at the beach, as a sun drunk Mr B and I carted the two little Beaufoix’s home – Miss E, sporting one bucket and one spade turned to me wearily and said,
Miss E: “Can you carry these mummy? I’m so tired.”
Me: (Sporting 4 towels, sun tan cream, bottle of water, cups, 2 more buckets and 3 spades, some carefully chosen and attractive shells and pebbles, a change in clothes for Miss M (potty trained but sometimes forgetful) and 2 beach mats,)
“Erm, I think you can manage E, Mummy’s hands are a bit full…”
Miss E looks at me with her big blue eyes, notes the expression on my face, the perspiration on my brow, and the look in Mr B’s eyes saying ‘Don’t do it E, you’ll live to regret it…’ and we continue on our way.
Miss M is riding in her new pink buggy complete with sun shade and carry strap. Daddy is pushing. She has had cucumber and all is right with the world.
She has that look on her face that makes adults say to each other, ‘I wonder what she’s thinking’,
and I say to Mr B,
“I wonder what she’s thinking.”
Then in answer Miss M pipes up,
Miss M: “Where we going mummy?”
Me: “We’re going, erm, home M, to our holiday home.”
M: “Home to M’s house?”
Me: “No M, home to our chalet, our holiday house.”
M: “Cos M’s got lots of houses Mummy…”
Me: “Yes M.”
Miss M: “M got plenty of houses mummy.”
Mr B and I look at each other amused and impressed at Miss M’s use of a new word, ‘plenty.’
Then a sense of dread fills my heart as I realise what’s coming next…
When Miss M learnt the word ‘favourite’, everything was her favourite.
I know this, because she told me,
constantly,
for a week.
Miss M: “My pea dropped on a floor Mummy.”
Me: That’s OK M, you’ve got some more.”
Miss M: “But dat my fwavet pea Mummy.”
And when Miss M learnt the word, ‘mine’ then everything was ‘mine’/hers.
Including the car, the house, Miss E, all of Miss E’s toys, infact Miss M and her cousin Miss ME aged 3 even fought over the ownership of a small poo in the potty – remember?
So I knew we were in for much overuse of the word ‘plenty’ and I was right.
Miss M: “My got plenty of beds mummy.”
Miss M: “My got plenty of fruit flakes Mummy.”
Miss M: “My done plenty of wee wee on a toilet Mummy.”
Miss M: “Dat my plenty sweeties Mummy.”
Cute, I know, but by the 4th day…
So what did we do to cope??
Drank plenty of wine, ate plenty of good food and laughed plenty a lot.
I’m dreading the time M mistakenly learns her first swear word though.We won’t be able to take her anywhere for about a week. ;-D
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September 26th, 2007 at 5:20 am
Eli’s first swear word happened at two and a half. She walked into the living room and notice a pile of cat vomit on the carpet. Her response: “Who crapped?”
September 26th, 2007 at 6:51 am
It’s such fun to listen to the little ones pick up new words. My husband, who has much more self control than I, came up with great alternatives to curse words. Sh*t became shookie-poots, which in turn became TFYO’s favourite word during her entire third year on the planet.
September 26th, 2007 at 9:15 am
Emma mimics her favourite TV characters, picking up full phrases instead of single words. Current favourites? “Hmm…interesting…” and “Let’s check it out!” Ain’t it great when they learn to talk?
September 26th, 2007 at 9:30 am
awwwwwwwww…fun read.
September 26th, 2007 at 3:33 pm
Oh, she is so cute!! Hope you are having a good trip!
September 26th, 2007 at 6:39 pm
This is one of my “fwavet” posts ever! LOL
September 26th, 2007 at 9:34 pm
I love these stories of baby words. Plenty is rather a good word, actually, if you think about it (and you probably have…) I remember thinking the baby felt a bit small in my bump when pregnant with my third, and asking the midwife about it. She gave the bump a good feel from all directions and told me not to worry, saying “there’s plenty baby in there, plenty baby”, in her lovely lilting Scottish tones. I’ve liked the word plenty ever since.
September 27th, 2007 at 7:02 am
This is plenty funny and cute.
September 27th, 2007 at 3:25 pm
How cute!
September 29th, 2007 at 4:11 am
Leendaluu hee hee hee hee hee.
Jen, hee hee hee hee hee hee hee. Shookie Poots.
Kimberly, it’s so funny isn’t it. Miss M also copies everything she hears at the moment so we have to be soooooooo careful.
Corey, I bet sugar bear is doing the same. No bad words young lady.
Mrs Weasley thanks sweetie. And the trip was ok. I will tell more later.
Troy, fwavet is a good word. They should put it in the dictionary. I’d love to hear politicians say it.
Iota that is gorgeous. Plenty baby is good.
Dumdad thanks erm, a plenty. ;D
Lori, I love all the cuteness. I’m hanging on to it for as long as I can.