It was bound to happen.
I can no longer hide my bad parenting behind a silent daughter.
Now that her words are sprouting words, our little announcer has recently started announcing my faux pas to the world.
Let me set the scene for you: My father took care of Annabel all day Friday, and this was my mid-day report:
PAPA: When I put her down for her nap she asked for 'hot milsh' but I didn't give her any. I told her: 'No, you can't have milk in bed. How about some water'?And what do you think she replied?
ITTYBIT: "MOMMY YETS ME."
Oh jeeze. There it is. She's way too young to be untruthful so I can't really tell him she's making it all up. She's just organizing how things work and trying to get what she wants by telling him how it is around here.
I. AM. GUILTY. Please, GOD, don't let the teeth rot out of her head because I am a bad mommy.
It's not as if I could ever hide my flaws from the true scruitinizers; the rubbernecking, tsk-tsking been-there parents who are watching everyone from the next table at the coffeeshop and passing judgement.
I couldn't control what people thought of me, and for that matter what one woman actually said to my husband when Ittybit was first born and we took her out into the world on the coldest day in history, but I could let it go. I KNEW I was a good mom: I breastfed in public, she nursed for nearly two years and I made all of her first foods with a grinder and a sieve. I knew I loved my little girl. I felt so much like SUPERMOM back then that I even started wearing primary colors.
But for some of us it's easy to be a good mommy when you are in control; when your little princess only requires her basic needs met -- Hungry, check; Tired, check; Wet, check.
There are occasional slip ups for sure. There will be the time you forgot to change a diaper quickly enough, there will be temperatures too hot or too cold, there will be mismatched clothes and going two-days between baths. But no one knows but you.
Today, the mid-day report from Yaya made it perfectly clear who's running things around here:
YAYA: "Opps. Poop."
ITTYBIT: "YeME see it!"
YAYA: "No, that's yukky."
ITTYBIT: "MAMA YETS ME SEE IT."