Oh Pickles!

Pickles- yep! That is a new favorite word for my daughter to say. It is hilarious.

“Mommy – you are a silly pickle!”

And so it begins. I have been demoted to silly pickle. It could have been worse. I mean I could have been called a dirty diaper, or a stinky shoe.

I was also reprimanded for saying “Oh my Gosh” this evening. Gabriella reminded me that I shouldn’t say “Oh my gosh.” Instead I should say… you guessed it: “Oh my pickles!”

Gabriella has been on a roll for silliness today. I caught her painting her brother’s nails a pretty pink this morning. Of course I was on the phone and didn’t see what she was doing! Caleb was very pleased however. He will do just about anything to have his sister doting on him. I however was not pleased. This is how our conversation went when I discovered the crime.

Mama : “Bella!
Mama: (okay it was more like this) GABRIELLA! WHAT ARE YOU DOING!
Bella: I am painting Caleb’s nails! ( Duh! State the obvious girly!)
Caleb is smiling happily
Mama: Oh Bella, you can’t do that. When Daddy comes home ( I love the fear of DAD), you are going to have to talk to him.
Bella: Oh Mommy, I am so sorry. I am so sorry I did that. Will you please forgive me.
( Hugging my leg and looking up at me sweetly)
Mama: Sighing ( Rather loudly)
Bella: Mama, I am so sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt your feelings.

Okay what is a Mother suppose to do with sugary sweetness named Gabriella? Maybe I shouldn’t have relented and told her that next time she will have to deal with Dad. Because we all know that I was played by a pixie nosed three year old. And of course there will be a next time. Because I am a sucker for cute little Bella’s.

Here is proof of that. Before Bella went to bed she and I were chatting it up on the couch. (I love that I have a daughter to converse with!) She unknowingly gave her self up. We were talking about Easter and about why Jesus died on the cross. I explained to her that even Mama’s do no no’s and that even I need Jesus to forgive me. Batting her eyes, this is what came out of my angel’s mouth:

Bella: Well Mama, when I do no no’s and cry, I don’t get talked to. And that’s why that’s a problem!

LOL! We sure do have a problem!

I have been on the net for about an hour now. During that hour Michael has put the kids to bed, cleaned up the kitchen from the taco dinner HE made us, fished the poop out of the tub ( Don’t ask) AND is now mad cleaning the bathroom. Oh and I spotted a few duckies and froggies boiling away on the stove. Oh Pickles! What a man!