I always expected to be a ‘Mummy’, certainly when pregnant I always talked about becoming a ‘Mummy’. Yet somehow, from the moment that Cecily was born, I have been a ‘Mamma’. I have spent 18 months calling myself Mamma, as has everyone else, so how is it that when she finally got round to referring to me by name the other day, I have become Mammy and sometimes Mummy?
The PDs first word was Doddy (doggy), followed closely by Niddit (Nugget, aka the wonder Hound), followed by E-O (Hello) as in “E-O Niddit.” Daddy and Mammy/Mummy came waaaay down the list after:
No
Oh-No
More
Peese (Please)
Da-doo (Thank you)
Apple
Nana (Banana)
Bubbo (bubble)
DD (DVD)
She probably has a dozen or so words that she is working on, most of which are only discernible to the cognoscenti. But yesterday, in the midst of a virus which causes her to cough so hard she vomits, she started asking for Dooce (juice). She even said please. It made the sleepless nights (and days) almost worthwhile. It’s amazing how quickly the words seem to come now. After a day of Nurofen and cough syrup, she says “Medi” when she sees the bottle coming her way.
She seems to have taken to repeating everything we say. Which means that now I shall have to stop swearing, something I have been saying that I will do since the PD was born. Which would be so much easier if people didn’t drive like complete numpties, as they did last night when it took me two hours to drive home in the snow from Waitrose (approximately half a mile from the house, but a distance I can no longer walk.) It brings to mind a story I may have told before. A lifetime ago when I was the aforementioned au-pair, I worked for the indomitable Lady A who had two lovely girls. One day I burned my hand on a pan whilst cooking supper and, for want of a rude word or two, actually said “Rude word!” out loud. To which the eldest A retorted: “Mummy doesn’t say “Rude word!”, Mummy says “Fuck!”
Like I said- I’ll need to watch what I say from here on in. I think it’s going to be harder than giving up chocolate for Lent.
We're in exactly the same position and I really need to watch what I say … just can be soooooooooo hard
That said someone suggested custards as an appropriate name for most bad drivers … a mix of b@stards and well you can guess
Haven't tried Fifi. In The Night Garden offers excellent alternatives though 😉
My hubby is Scottish and something that seems to go along with being Scottish is the ability to get 10 swear words into a 5 word sentence! Once Isabelle got to the talking stage (and isn't it sooo cute once they get going), I had to reprimand him every two seconds for swearing. We ended up resorting to 'fifi' speak. Good old Fifi and the Flowertots. We still use it now and Isabelle is 4.. nothing like an 'oh ffffffffiddling flowerpots' as a replacement LOL
Good luck on the non swearing.