Hey Buddy! Hi Pete! and Other Catch Phrases

First – when a cute catch phrase is used against you in a crying, I’m not going to bed, plea for mercy – there is nothing more heartbreaking. I often great Noah with “Hey Buddy” and was surprised and entertained when he started saying it back. Until…

The other night Noah was protesting being putting down, and instead of the “Hey Dadda” cries, he was repeatedly saying “Hey Buddy” over and over again, in between heaving sobs. I mean it pieced through my dad armor to the heart.

Second, I need to get something off my chest. It’s been MONTHS since I’ve posted here, and I am filled with guilt and shame. Well, not really filled, but a little bit. I have some great excuses, but the life coach part of me can’t really entertain those. But I can say this here, being a parent is f*cking exhausting!

However, my non-excuse, excuse is that I have been busy writing and publishing my first Children’s Book, Little Benny Piggy in Courage for the Win. Check it out! I’m currently in the publishing process with Mascot Books who approached me from the Kickstarter, and they’re going to help me get it into book stores in the fall. Pretty cool right?

But I digress. Third, so much has happened since I posted last. I mean little guy started walking in April, right around 13 months. And he hasn’t stopped since.

He’s also gotten so verbal it’s a little out of control. I mean he’s great at saying “No.” He’s got that down. Especially if you ask him if he’s ready for night-night or his crib. And it’s fun to get him in a No Q&A loop and then ask him if he likes our president or world peace. Cute video of that here on my instagram.

Other words he loves include moat (more), Hi, Book, Bath, Up (to be lifted), Yummy (which he will repeat at our kitchen gate 5,000 times until dinner is ready, Ball, Block, Diape (Diaper), Light (so he can flip the switches), outshi (for outside), Baba (bottle) and he’s getting good at family members names and body parts.

Speaking of, trying to teach him penis, but he insists on calling his, “Pete.” “Hi Pete”, he’ll say. (I have to ask myself at this point am I crossing the privacy line – hope this isn’t used against him in 15 years)

He’s also mastered delivering the different moods on cue. So if we ask him for a happy sad or angry face he can deliver like a seasoned thespian.