Oh the joys of new words! How we celebrate when our child learns a new word but cringe at the overuse of it, especially when it can be so incredibly obnoxious that after a few days you’re pining to hear something, ANYTHING new out of your child’s mouth. The new word of this week is the ever so lovely “mine” in which has been heard before but is now at full swing and slowly taking over the “no.” Then again the “no” is usually accompanied by “mine.” My coffee is his, the broom is his, the granola bar wrapper is his. Even with his little cousin, her toys become his and its to the point where I get the eye twitch because the world already revolves around him and now suddenly everything in the world also BELONGS to him.
Even when he hands his bottle over for more he reminds me as it leaves his little hand that it is indeed his, he will follow me to the kitchen full knowing that I am going to rinse it out, give it a scrub, and re-fill it and in that time he’s still reminding me that it is indeed his property. I’m almost tempting to tell him that its mine and start drinking from it but I’m sure that’ll only encourage a meltdown in which I’m trying to avoid (which is the reason why he still has his “buh buh” in the first place.)
I guess as long as he stays out of my underwear, (like my late Siamese cat which was horrible in claiming my bras and underwear as his) Last thing I need is my son wearing my clothes declaring “mine!” As he’s already gotten into my shoes, although Daddy’s stay on his feet a lot easier and have been already claimed his.