Last night while Wade was putting Wyatt to bed, I was washing dishes from dinner while Tatum was playing in the living room.  We have a rule about no screen time after 6:45pm, so it was pretty quiet except for the running water from the sink.

So here I am, washing away, and all of a sudden I hear her sweet little toddler voice….

“$hit….. I forgot puppy!!!”

And she runs off towards her room.  I thought, surely I heard that wrong, so I followed her down the hall.

“Tatum, what did you just say???”

“I forgot Puppy?”

“Before that.”

“Oh, $hit?”

“Yes honey, that’s a bad word, we don’t say that, ok?  It’s not nice, so we don’t use it.”

“What, $HIT?!?!”

***sigh***

Parenting fail over here, and this one is totally my fault.  I will admit it’s probably the swear word I use the most.  Gonna have to work on curbing that one.  Whoops!

In other, BETTER, parenting news: This little dude is 8 months old today, and I can’t believe how fast time has flown!  He loves grabbing at things (and I mean EVERYTHING that a dude can grab at if you know what I mean, so diaper changes are… challenging), baby food (especially the textured kind), hanging out with the LADIES (total flirt), his Big Sister, and his Bun Bun.  He doesn’t have much he doesn’t like, to be honest, but I guess I’d have to say baby puffs aren’t his cup of tea, and he’s not a huge fan of waking up in the dark if he thinks he’s alone – but once he sees you he’s completely fine.

All this rain is KILLING me with Biscuit, as while she WILL go outside and pee without supervision, she still requires me to come tromping out into the yard (aka, Lake Hanchar) to watch her take a crap.  Then she gleefully runs through the water to the back door because her favorite part (remember, my dog is a super nerd) of getting wet is getting towel dried off.  LOL.  She’s a serious nut.  The good news is she’s pretty much 100% now on potty training, and it’s been super smooth sailing on that front.  Never thought I’d be wearing my muck boots in 4 inches of standing water in my backyard.  Turd floater, for sure.

“This wet stuff falling from the sky is a little concerning, I think?”

I was also watching her run around today thinking, DANG this dog has gotten tall and lanky on me already!  Pocket Collie, she is not.  LOL