Cruz Says: What Parents Should Not Say

It's no surprise that I let out the occasional swear word.

It's also no surprise that Nick does as well.

When Cruz got to the point of comprehending, Nick & I had a serious conversation about watching our potty mouths and being more cognizant of what we say.

I thought we were doing okay.

'Thought' being the key word.

Until we came home from out little Chicago getaway and Cruzer & I were running some errands on Sunday night. We swung by the storage unit because Nick was finally grabbing our faux Christmas tree, so we could put it up for approximately one week before our holiday travel starts on Saturday.

Cruz & I were driving home after seeing daddy and he just blurts out, "mama, I just don't know what the f*cken is wrong with my daddy."

I literally had to stifle a laugh. It was so clear that I didn't even have to ask him what he said.

I told him not to say that word and he replied, "but my daddy says it."

I said, "what do you mean, what does daddy say?"

Cruz responds, "f*cken. Daddy says f*cken all the time."

Houston. We have a problem.

I chose to ignore it. That's what we parents do, right? Ignore things we don't want our kids to do/say in hopes it won't be repeated?

Well, that's what I did.

And he used it two more times that night. In full context. Completely accurate.

I'm still choosing to ignore it.

In hopes that it will go away...far, far away.

And on that note...some holiday snaps from a trip to the local nursery and our Angels Among Us Angels Flix/Day w/ Santa a couple weeks ago.

Because these are cute. And saying the word "f*cken" is not.

Jacket  // Jeans // Chucks
(This jacket is my fave of all time - we get TONS of compliments on it!)

Linking up with "It's the Little Things" with Ashley & Jess.

Dreams & Other Things

My friend Jill and I have been recently discussing dreams and what they mean.

I have a recurring dream where I'm in a basketball game and I have the ball, but I cannot dribble for the life of me (even though I was a fine dribbler back in the day) and shooting the ball? Out of the question. My arms won't move how I want them to, I keep losing the ball to the other team and I recall the feeling of embarrassment.

I've had this same dream for a couple years now and at random times. I can't figure out what it means.

It makes me think back to some of the crazy ass dreams I had when I was pregnant with Cruz. I heard preggo dreams were wild, but I never thought actually realized it until this dream.

At the time I was a month from having little man and have to admit it scared me a bit more about child birth...and mutant babies.


Speaking of scared, early Saturday morning Cruz woke up crying out for us around 4am.  Besides the fact that I was really enjoying my sleep at that very moment, I had worked late Friday night and was just plain tired, but of course dragged my butt out of bed and across the house.

He was legit crying, big tears coming out of his eyes, when I got to his room.

I picked him up and he sobbed, "mommy, dat guy under my crib keeps tickling my chest. Dere's a guy under my crib."

I stopped dead in my tracks. The hair on my arms was sticking straight up. Being a girl who has watched a plethora of scary movies in my lifetime, I started thinking the absolute worst.

"Cruzer, there is no guy under your bed," I said.

"But mama, dere is. Dere's a guy and he keeps tickling my chest."

I swallowed my fear (seriously I didn't really think there was a guy under his crib, but I was still freaked out), set him in the rocking chair and got on my knees to look under his bed. "Cruz there's only a baseball bat under there. Nothing else."

"But mama, batman is under my bed and kept tickling my chest."

Phew. Nothing at all. But it was enough to scare the pants off me for a mere minute. I still don't know what he was dreaming about, nor do I really want to, but I do know I sure was glad there wasn't a guy under there. =)



Joey Mac Designs

Don't forget about the Joey Mac Designs giveaway we've got going on...you only have until 10pm Monday night to get registered to win one item from her shop. Seriously I saw her post this new creation the other day. How amazing will this look for one of her customer's family pics? Click here to get signed up!

Now off to enjoy the Oscars and some Mai Thai with my boys. Couldn't ask for a better night.

As long as the wacko dreams leave us alone.