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But on the weekend we had some great conversations, the kids and I which I posted there, and I had to get them in here for everyone to enjoy. The discussions my kids had on Saturday and both are them are about the “Vagina”, or “Bagina” as my daughter calls it, and it all stated with “Regina”.
1) 7-year-old Linus is learning the provinces of Canada at school. He has just finished his oatmeal for breakfast this morning and he had taken his 6-year-old brother over to the couch so he could practice and teach his brother too.
Stewie; “Where is Saskatchewan?”
Linus; “Right here…”
Giggling (I knew where this was going)
Linus; “But where is Regina? Daddy… Where is Regina?”
Boo (who is sitting at the table eating her oatmeal) “Bagina? My Bagina is right here!”
Me; “No, not your bagina… Regina.”
Boo; “Oh. I’m so silly (giggling).”
Stewie is completely oblivious to the reference but laughs at the Bagina comment.
2) I was trying to get Stewie to take a bath with his sister and I told her that he was dirty.
He said; “I’m not dirty!”
“Yes you are”, I said. “You were born dirty!”
“Of course I was born dirty” he replied. “Everybody is born dirty.”
“Yes, they are.” I nodded in his direction.
“They are born dirty because they are born out of their mother’s bums.”
“Excuse me?” I said. “So you’re telling me that all 8lbs of you came out of your mother’s bum?”
“Yes”, he said. That is how they get the baby out of their stomach. Out through the bum.”
Before I could say anything, Boo piped in to educate her big brother, “Nooooo. Babies come from the Bagina, not from the Bum.”
I’m not sure how she knew that, but I’m more surprised that he didn’t know that.
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I feel like I could remove myself from the family and be replaced with a giant robot with my voice to repeat over and over gain the same statements / rhetorical questions as I did this weekend, and probably have every other weekend. As a parent, you get it.
How many did you use this weekend?
1) “Stop fighting!” when breaking up a 3-way fights between the 2 boys and the girl when the girl is kicking their asses with her shrieking and bossyness.
2) “Get your finger out of your nose” or “get your fingers out of your mouth” followed by “Go wash your hands… again”, over and over again
3) “We’re in a restaurant / store and you have to behave.” But behave like you have to in one of these locations where others will look at me and I will be ambarrassed by your behaviour. Shouldn’t this just be common sense now?
4) First the story: Friday was Urban Mummy’s birthday and the kids and I bought her this magnificant glass necklace from the Petroff Gallery on Eglinton Avenue (www.petroffgallery.com) and a glass wine stopper. The Gallery had a lot of beautiful stuff there. After that purchase, we went to our favourite Indian restaurant, Indus Tavern, to pick up Indian food for dinner, over to Pharma Plus for chocolate and then on to Pizza Pizza for the kids dinner before heading over to Baskin Robbins for an ice cream cake. The cake was all the kids wanted. As a result, I must have said 40 times this weekend; “No, you cannot have cake”.
5) “Don’t hit your brother”
6) “Don’t hit your sister”
7) “No, you cannot stay up until the morning comes.”
8) “What do you say?” (after you have burped or farted – and the answer is “excuse me” sans giggles)
9) “Can you please stop banging your spoon on the table… You’re going to be a bad influence on your sister”
10) “Now go wash your hands again.”
11) “We don’t use those words.” (Used by 5-year-old Stewie to describe 7-year-old Linus. “He’s an ASS”.)
12) “Go to your room until you have clamed down, please.”
13) “Can you keep it down, please”
14) “Turn down the music.”
15) “Can you please put the food back in the fridge”
16) “Where do your dirty dishes go?”
17) “He’s not trying to “kill you”
18) “For the last time, can you please clean up your toys”
19) “Are you sure there is no laundry under your bed?”
20) “Did you pick up all the Cheerios off the floor?”
21) “Please stop clucking in my house!”
22) “Do you really think you should be making that noise at 7 in the morning?”
23) “Please go back to your room until I come get you!” (It’s only 5:30 in the morning!!!)
24) “No, we cannot go to the park now.” (It’s 6am or it’s 7pm or it’s pouring outside)
25) “No, you cannot watch TV”
26) “No you cannot have your iPad.”
27) “No, you cannot use the treadmill.”
28) “Please stop bouncing on the couches.”
29) “Is that a ball in your light fixture?”
30) Did you empty that entire bottle of organic shampoo into the bathtub? That is a $15 bottle!”
My personal favourites:
“Please start acting your age!”
“Don’t make me get up!”
“You want something to cry over!!”
OMG. I’ve become my parents!!!
I’m telling you this list could have gone on for 300 more.
Which are in your most popular list?
I am totally serious here, folks. I went to school for 12 years (didn’t need grade 13), I went to University for 5 years, and then after taking a bunch of courses here and there, I did a 3 year graduate degree. By my math, that puts me at 20 years of school. Today, I am turning 41-years-old, so that means I have been in school for almost half my life and still, my kids say, do and know things that blow me away.
A few examples are below.
This past weekend I realized that I watch a lot of wrestling on TV, when Mark Henry came on the TV and Linus blurted out, “Hey Stewie! It’s the World’s strongest man, Mark Henry”. Then of course came the questions from Stewie as to whether Mark Henry could have helped me take the treadmill downstairs instead of coach Eric, and if he would have needed just one pinkie or if he could tuck it under his arm and go.
Later in the day I was singing the theme song from new WWE star Brodus Clay and I blurted out, “Gonna call my doctor…” when Berry corrected me and said; “NO, daddy. Gonna call my Momma”… and so she sang, Should she know this???
Later that day, I sang “Gonna call my Momma” when she stopped me and said, “I don’t want to call my momma. I want to call my doctor”, and so she sang.
Another interesting thought from Stewie occurred when he asked the urban mummy if she still had her sweet tooth. Laughing, she said that she did, to which he replied, “Good! Otherwise all food would taste like dirt!”
I love listening to Berry call her brothers. She yells, “Brothers? Where are you brothers?”
Tonight, during dinner, Berry wanted to pee, and I wanted one of her brothers to take her, but she wanted me to take her. I was in the middle of making a batch of homemade pancakes. and really didn’t want to take her. I tried rationalizing with her – a no no, I know – and I explained to her, but when I was about to give up, Stewie blurted out; “Berry! You want ice cream? There is an ice cream truck in the bathroom. Go with Linus.” In a second she was gone to the bathroom with Linus so I could finish making dinner.
Also, we have a rule in the house that the kids are not allowed to climb over the couches. They do anyways, but we try to keep them from using it as a jungle gym. Today, after telling Stewie to stop climbing over the couch for the 7th time, I resorted to some good old fashion attention getting and when he jumped up I took the spatula and whacked him on his little behind. He spun, squinted his eyes at me, frowned disapprovingly at me, then said, “Don’t smack me with that spatula Daddy”. I replied to him, “But I’ve asked you 6 other times not to climb over the couch and I even told you if you did, I would remind you not to, even if it meant smacking your behind – not to hurt, but to help you remember”. At which point, he looked me right in the eyes and said, I’m telling mummy” and on came the tears.
He played me.
Linus got me today too, when someone asked me what 126 + 38 was and as I was calculating it in my head, Linus had already said 164 3 times. Oy.
So after these few examples, I ask you all, parents, have you found your kids do or say things which are way beyond their years? Like when you need your kids to program your iPad, much in the same way your parents needed you to program the VCR.
I’d love to hear your stories too.
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This is also my 800th post. Whew.
Welcome to my 775th post. If you’re a blogger you will know this is a lot of writing, covering 8 long years. If you are not a blogger, trust me, it’s a lot of writing.
The thing is, I’ve been getting a lot of traffic in the last couple years, and some very kind accolades here and there, but both of them are from all over the place, as are most of my posts.
So for my 775th post, I want to make sure I cover off as many visitors as possible by touching on some of my most popular topics;
If you’ve come to read about politics, I can confirm that those on the left in (downtown) Toronto are still way off base in thinking that this financial crisis was “created” by Mayor Ford so that he could solve it to look good. False. Look at Greece. Run by socialists and on the verge of bankruptcy. Look at the TTC. In effort to cut costs, the Mayor and the TTC chair Karen Stintz cut some routes and there was backlash, so the public spoke that we needed those routes and a $0.10 fare increase was added instead and the public… Back in an uproar. You cannot have it both way, folks. I’d love to help the poor, keep all social programs, have amazing snow removal, etc., but someone has to pay for this and I can tell you I’m already taxed up to the top of my head. If you think you’re not paying enough taxes, then you can pay more and help those in need. I’m maxed out, thank you. If I don’t have enough disposable income, then I cannot afford to go out, buy things, eat out, and help re-distribute my income to those in need. It’s the way the world works… Get over it.
If you’re here to read about coffee, then let me tell you about this great coffee I tried recently at a place called Neighbours. It came highly recommended from one of my awesome readers and I was really surprised how nice it was. Not too bold, not too weak, and the cool thing about the location I went to was that they have flavoured coffee mate and that removed the need to have flavoured coffee. I didn’t put any in for my first cup and I probably won’t for my next one, but it was very nice!
If you’re here to read about parenting, then you’ll be pleased to know that I am the “Daddy 101″ blogger for Pink and Blue Baby.com. Cool, eh? I find this site really useful, and I have a ton of great stories and baby / toddler / kid tips from almost 7 years of being a daddy and 3 beautiful children. For example, just Wednesday was my son (Linus’) 7th birthday party and we had a Lego party. It was great. The Lego ninja had the kids sitting in 4 teams of 4 and they raced to build a Lego tower, then the built a Lego candy house. The hour flew by. After the hour the kids ate Lego candy blocks (thank you Bulk Barn) and Lego cupcakes that I made and my wife decorated so beautifully. Pizza, grapes, whole wheat pretzels and air popped popcorn round it all out. It was totally worth it.
For 5-year-old Stewie, we had The Magic and Comedy of IncrediBrent, Toronto’s birthday musician and Brent was amazing. The kids loved him, the parents loved him and he interacted with the kids so well. He was a pleasure to deal with and have in our home and I would totally have him back for any future kids parties. His web-site is www.incredibrent.com.
For Berry’s 2nd birthday party – you saw the Hello Kitty cupcakes in a previous post – we had Applefun Puppetry, www.applefun.ca, and Mike was also spectacular. He had all the 2-year-old’s participating and his show was so clever and funny that he had me in stitches. I’ve seen him a couple of times before but that did not stop me from being completely engaged. Worth the price of admission.
If you’re here to hear my views about food then I can recommend Java Joe’s for catering because they have added some new sandwiches and they are killer. Spicy chicken and their steak and hot peppers goes great with their chicken Parmigiano and eggplant Parmigiano. The coffee is great – some organic too – and they have these wickedly heavy brownies and skor brownies. Find the location at Leslie and West Beaver Creek, call and speak to Randy. Tell him the Urban Daddy sent you. He’ll like that!
So I’m not sure what else to cover at this point in time, except to say thank you to all of you who take the time to comment and who tell me you’ve been following along with my posts at home. It means a lot to mean and it always makes me wonder what’s so interesting that keeps people coming back. But I like to tell stories, I’m proud of my family, and I like to write, so there. I’m going to do it if 200 people come to read or 20 million (LOL).
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Merry Christmas, Happy Hanukkah and Happy New Year to all of you from all of us!
Warren aka the urban daddy.
Actual conversation between myself and my almost 2-year-old daughter Saturday night just before bed-time when my kids have snack.
My daughter, Berry, is sitting at her little plastic table with a bowl of granny smith apple slices, when I turned to see what her brother was eating. When I turned back, she was no longer sitting at the table, but was standing in the family room, heading towards the hall.
Me: “Berry, what are you doing there?” I yelled.
Berry: “I’m done dumb dumb”
Me: “You’re finished??”
Me: “Are you ready for bed?”
Her: “No bed dumb dumb.”
Me: “Then please go sit down and finish your snack”.
Her – now back at the table and showing me the bowl – “Berry finish snack dumb dumb, no bed.”
Me: “Please finish your snack… AND MY NAME IS DADDY!”
Then I look to the big table and there is 5-year-old Stewie with a smirk on his face.
I have a feeling I know who told her to call me “dumb dumb”…