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My son, aka The Boss, has recently morphed into a technology wizard. The advances I’ve witnessed in him lately make me both proud and frightened.

First of all, I’m amazed that he has mastered the TV remote control. He knows how to view the information on the digital programming to see what shows will be airing later on in the day.

He can also change the channel to watch his cartoons on demand. By following the prompts, his little fingers work that changer and magically his show appears.

Did I mention he just turned 5?

I’m also stunned that he has learned how to turn my computer on, get into Internet Explorer and find his way to Nick Jr. so he can play video games. Watching his little fingers click on that mouse is simply astounding.

Once he’s bored of video games, he’ll move over to YouTube to watch the Wiggles online. When he’s tired of singing along with Greg first in English and then in Spanish, he’ll cross over to Starfall, a free educational website also used in his kindergarten class.

Did I mention that my husband is computer illiterate? My 5-year-old had to show him how to close a program. “See dad? All you have to do is click on the X.”

Oh the shame.

When did these kids become so technologically advanced?  My kids are more tech savvy than me!

Call me a proud mama but I’m also wondering if I should be scared. How quickly the kids these days learn about technology. Kids mastering the use of a cell phone, laptop, the internet, video game or other tech gadget, and perhaps simultaneously, is the way of the times, right?

Is there a right age when kids should become tech savvy?

A recent Telus commissioned Ipsos Reid Survey showed that of 4,500 people Telus surveyed, 75% of Canadian children in young families who use the Internet are proficient on it by age seven.

Ok, so my son is on the right track. He’s five and has already discovered some amazing tools on the internet with little assistance.

The poll also showed that 69% of Canadian parents think it’s important for children to be technology-savvy at an early age.

By being exposed to the latest in technology, kids are exposed to an abundance of information. But is it good for them?

I was always under the impression that too much leads to less time socializing with family and friends. Kids would rather be home in from of the computer or televisions rather than playing outside or reading books.

But it’s a bit of a relief to know that there are some great benefits from being a tech wizard too.

Kathy Buckworth, author and SuperMom says, “Both teenagers and Moms have these things called “attitude” and “tone”. By the magic of texting, these can be eliminated. And, I’ve had conversations with my teens on their cell phones that we probably wouldn’t have had in person – without a door being slammed at any rate.”

We all know that technology has had a huge impact on our lives. With 83 per cent of respondents who strongly agree that technology helps keep their family organized, they also say that the Internet has improved their connection with family and friends.

“Canadian families have moved from being groups to being social networks,” said Dr. Barry Wellman, the S.D. Clark Professor of Sociology at the University of Toronto. “Each family member goes about their separate agendas, but links up at night and by new media throughout the day. Their lives have expanded beyond their homes and neighbourhoods, and at the same time, we’re communicating more than ever.”

As with anything else, there needs to be a balance. And as a parent, it’s my responsibility to help my kids achieve that balance. Too much of a good thing is… well, depends who you ask!

The Jump n’ Slide Bouncer was THE best investment I made this summer for my boys.

Seriously, this toy should win awards.

There is no education value whatsover but it’s HUGE in fun.


Fun for the kids – I mean, hours and hours of fun…

…which means hours and hours of uninterrupted time for mom and dad!


Thank you, Little Tikes, THANK YOU!

This is NOT a review for Little Tikes. 
 
This is not an endorsement either.
 
It’s simply a Summer-Sanity Saving tip  from one extremely weary mom 🙂
by Elizabeth Pantley

In their efforts to encourage their baby to sleep better, one approach that many parents use is to put their baby to bed later in the evening. They think, “If he’s ‘really tired,’ he’ll sleep better, right?” Wrong! This often backfires because Baby becomes overtired and chronically sleep-deprived.

In the majority of cases, a baby’s biological clock is preset for an early bedtime. When parents work with that time, a baby falls asleep more easily and stays asleep more peacefully. Most babies are primed to go to sleep for the night as early as 6:30 or 7:00 p.m. I often hear about how babies and toddlers have a “meltdown” period at the end of the day, when they get fussy, whiny and out of sorts. I suspect that it’s simply a sign of overtired children longing for sleep.

Early to bed, early to rise?

For babies, early to bed does not mean early to rise! Most babies sleep longer with an earlier bedtime. Many parents are afraid to put their baby to bed so early, thinking that they will then face a 5 a.m. wake up call. But keeping your little one up too late backfires, and more often, a late night is the one followed by that early morning awakening.

My youngest child, two-year-old Coleton used to go to bed at 9:30, the time when my three older children went to bed, because it was convenient for me. At that time in the evening, it would take him a long time to get settled. I never connected his inability to settle with his late bedtime. When I started putting him to bed at 7:00, he fell asleep much more quickly and slept more soundly.

What About Working Parents?

If you are a working parent, and your evening with your little one begins at 6:30 or 7:00, you may find yourself torn between keeping your baby up for some playtime and getting him right to bed. You may find, though, that when your baby goes to sleep earlier, and sleeps better, he awakens in a pleasant mood, eager to play. Because you have gotten a good night’s sleep, you can consider getting up earlier in the morning and saving some time before work to play with your baby, as an alternative to that late-evening play session. You’ll both enjoy that special morning time. Later, when your baby is consistently sleeping all night, every night, you can move bedtime a little later and judge whether the difference affects your baby’s sleep.

Finding Your Baby’s Best Bedtime

It can take some experimentation to find your baby’s best bedtime. If you have been putting your baby to bed too late in the evening, you can approach this adjustment in one of two different ways:

  • Adjust your baby’s bedtime to be earlier by 15–30 minutes every two or three nights. Pay attention to how easily your baby falls asleep as well as his awakening time and mood to gauge the effectiveness of the changes until you settle on his best bedtime, or
  • Beginning at around 6:30 p.m., watch your baby closely. As soon as he exhibits any signs of tiredness (fussing, losing interest in toys, looking glazed, yawning) put him right to bed, even if his previous bedtime has been 11:00 p.m. When you do this, keep your home quiet and the baby’s room dark so that it resembles his usual environment in the middle of the night. If this bedtime is substantially earlier than usual, your baby may think he’s going down for a nap and awaken after a short snooze. If he does this, respond very quickly so that he doesn’t fully awaken.
  • Follow your usual method for helping him fall back to sleep, such as rocking or nursing; keep the room dark and quiet as you do during the middle of the night.

Here’s what Tammy, mother of seven-month-old Brooklyn had to say about changing her baby’s bedtime:

“I had been waiting until 10:00 to put Brooklyn to bed because that’s when I go to sleep. But your suggestion made so much sense that last night I put her down at 8:00. I loved having the evening to spend with my husband. We haven’t spent that much time alone together in months! And the baby actually had a better night’s sleep. I’m happy that all our needs can be met in such a pleasant way.”

It may take a week or more of adjustment to settle into a new bedtime, but once you do, you’ll find that both you and your baby are happier.

This is an excerpt from Elizabeth Pantley’s book, The No-Cry Sleep Solution: Gentle Ways to Help Your Baby Sleep Through the Night. Elizabeth Pantley is a parenting educator and author of the No-Cry Solutions books. Visit her website.

Speaking of our non-summer, it’s the last day of August and while I’m still dreaming about lounging in the backyard in a skimpy bikini with a Mojito in hand, I’m wearing long pants and a sweater thinking about school starting and autumn leaves.

Can’t help but smell fall in the air. When it’s been a consistent 22 degrees all summer and then suddenly drops ten degrees like yesterday… it’s a little depressing. Where did the summer of 2009 go? It’s been smelling like fall since spring. And spring is quickly merging into fall once again.

So much for enjoying endless heat waves, cracking open ice cold bottles of beer under a scorching sun. So long lazy afternoons on the patio, charred burgers and citronella candles. Didn’t see you at all this summer power-failures-due-to-air-condition-overload. I missed you stuffing-ice-down-people’s-back-cuz-it’s-too-hot-summer.

Time to look ahead and be grateful for the start of school! While some parents are feeling weepy about a new school year starting, others (like me) cannot wait. Another week to go people!  

Woooo hoooo! Should we do an official count down? 5, 4, 3, 2, 1… freedom!

I’m humming a familiar song which most people hear during Christmas time…singing along with Staple’s hilarious commercial “It’s the most wonderful time of the year”. Catchy tune, not only as a prelude to the most-hyped holiday of the year, but certainly dead-on accurate for back to school!

I am very much looking forward to the day after Labour Day. It will be a little more quiet in the house when the Boss goes to school two full days a week. Who am I kidding? A LOT more quiet!By the way, my sister’s girls in Connecticut are starting school TOMORROW. Let’s not be too jealous here in Ontario. Hold it together… just another week to go.

The Boss is going into SK. SENIOR kindergarten. Which is like Grade 8 for preschoolers. It’s a pretty big deal. I mean, at the end of this year, he’ll have a “graduation”. Hee hee.

He is going to be someone else’s buddy this year. What a huge responsibility!Will he make the junior kindergarteners feel comfortable? Ease their fears? Show them where to find their cubby hole? Help them zip up their jacket? Make sure they will wash their hands and wipe their bum properly?

Being a buddy is making me a little nervous. I mean, I still worry if my kid can wipe his OWN bum properly. When I’m home, he’ll still want me to wipe his bum. Whether I’m in the basement and he’s all the way upstairs, he will just stay on the toilet and wait for me to come up and wipe his bum. But if I’m not there, will he wipe it properly? Or will he leave a skid mark on his Batman’s face?

What about lunch and snacks? Will he eat what I pack in his new Cars lunch-box? He’s such a picky eater already… he won’t eat a deli sandwich. Or leftovers. Or anything that resembles a vegetable. He is very particular about what he wants. His lunch and snacks consist of the usual suspects: marble cheese, whole wheat bun, banana, apple, or some other fruit, granola bar and goldfish crackers. Stray from the usual and I will be in big trouble.

Will he improve his writing and reading? I’ve been getting him to practice his fine motor skills so that he can hold a pencil better. Playing with Playdoh and Lego all summer long. Did it help? Will he be able to write his name on one line within a 1×1 space?

In reality, I’m the one who is feeling all the pressure about school but I’ll keep it to myself. I’m really not a neurotic mom by any means. Really.

The Boss is very excited about going back to school and that’s all that matters. Of course I am very, very VERY excited too.

By Maria Lianos

The Boss is turning 5 this week… OMG! The panic sets in – I have to throw a birthday party!

Planning a kid’s birthday party is like planning a mini-wedding. When did it become so complicated and expensive? Do I need to take out another mortgage for these events?

These Mommywood celebrity MILFs just make it very difficult for the average suburban mom to compete! Tori Spelling put a petting zoo in her backyard. The Cruise’s had a four-tier birthday cake. Britney Spears’ boys drove around in their own customized Ed Hardy cars.

So what does a commoner do? They throw extravagant birthday parties too.

They even have a reality show called “Party Mamas” featuring over-the-top moms who throw outrageously elaborate and pricey parties.

I’ve gone to parties where the parents are flustered but suck it up and drop well over $500 on the whole event. Impressive but who are we trying to please here? A 2-year-old whiney brat who won’t remember a damn thing?

From clowns to face-painters, trampoline parties to indoor playgrounds… from princess themed to pirates… one mom tries to outdo the next in hosting these birthdaypaloozas.

Those moms who have kids celebrating first thing in September think they have an edge; they’ll be the FIRST to host a party that school year. Then every mom after that has to outdo the previous party! It must be bigger and better.

Oh the pressure!

Does it get easier as the kids get older? Or do the parties become more of a competition once the kids start Grade 1? Is it just that these new moms feel like they have to show they are Martha Stewart? Or is it the kids who suddenly turn 8 and want the birthday fiasco?

Whatever happened to making a cake from a box? Cheezy streamers and confetti? After all, the kids want the presents. Period. Bring toys and get the hell outta here. Chips and a Duncan Hines birthday cake will suffice. A quick 1 to 1.5 hour party, come in – play a bit, sing happy birthday and out the door. Out the door with empty hands.

If guests are bringing a gift and I’m offering lunch, drinks and dessert, why the heck do I have to also give out loot bags? Isn’t the food and cake and balloons enough? Ok now I’m really starting to sound like my father.

Last year I did the most ridiculous thing; I hosted two birthday parties on the same weekend. Saturday for the Boss and his little posse with an hour of Playball fun, and Sunday for the whole whoppin’ famiglia. What was I thinking? At the time, I thought it was the greatest thing – two parties in one weekend, it’d be a birthday weekend extravaganza.

Loot bags, I even baked a character-themed cake from scratch
which took me an hour to bake the cake, plus another three hours to decorate the damn thing. It was exhausting. My own fault, of course, but still exhausting! I think it took me two days to recover from all the running around. After the weekend was over, I vowed never to do that again.

So this year, it’s back to the basics. Backyard barbeque, one party, one evening, just family. I invested in a blow-up bouncing castle (on sale) a la Little Tikes that blows up in 2 minutes or it’s free, and voila, instant chaos.

The kids will eat, drink, bounce and be merry right in my backyard. No extras, just food and drink… and the more drinks for me, the better. And they must contain vodka.

I was looking forward to a warm, wonderful summer. My workload changed again and I was thrilled to be able to have more time to spend with my boys. I figured we could just hang out in the backyard; I’d do some work on my laptop and watch them play on the slide, jumping castle and frolic in the kiddie pool.

Well the weather hasn’t been cooperating and it’s been an unusually cool summer. Sad to say that I haven’t been basking in the sun, sipping margarita’s this July. And my boys have only put their cute swimming trunks on once so far here (our Florida trip and swimming lessons don’t count). I pictured endless afternoons sitting on the patio, eating popsicles and watermelon and watching my cuties run through the sprinkler.

Instead, I’ve found myself scrambling to find fun activities to keep them from killing each other. Not to mention running around playing chauffeur to the Boss. How did this happen? We were supposed to be lounging like lazy dogs in the summer’s heat.

My boys fight like cats and dogs. They adore each other but they can also be huge rivals. The constant fighting is exhausting to this weary referee. Seriously, I should wear a whistle around my neck and call myself Coach Mama and blow that damn whistle to get their attention when a brawl erupts.

Fourteen hours a day of constant bickering was not something that any of us could handle so I’ve been signing the Boss up for camp. Although the full day option was tempting, I decided that a few hours would be enough. It’s just enough time in the day that the boys can regroup and gain even more strength for their next fight in the ring.

Between afternoon camp and soccer, T-ball and swimming, I feel like I’m constantly buckling and unbuckling seat belts, hauling the kids in and out of the car. The Boss has a busier schedule than some stay-at-home moms. I could never understand when some moms would say that they were bored. How is it possible when there are a million things to do? Just when I thought the hectic schedule might be too much, the Boss asks, “when does basketball camp start?”

This stage of motherhood can’t pass by without any feelings of guilt. This time, I feel awful that my youngest isn’t quite old enough to be enjoying all these sports. We did a toddler class and a parented swimming class this spring but nothing this summer. I know his time will come but I can’t help but feel a little guilty that he’s not participating in any activities like his big brother.

I love that he comes along for the ride without any complaints. He enjoys watching the Boss score a goal or see what craft he made that day at camp. He even gets excited to pick him up from camp, “Let’s go get Nee Nee” (short for Anthony). It’s the sweetest thing to watch how he looks up to his big brother and so wants to say and do everything like him.

I also questioned whether or not I was going overboard with all the activities. But the Boss has no problem at all – he enjoys summer camp, and soccer as much as T-ball and always looks forward to his games. The exposure to different activities is always positive and a learning experience. It makes them happy and that is ultimately all we want for our kids...

What would make ME happy is to slip into my bikini and slather on some sunscreen. And seasonal temperatures please.

My kids love Billy Talent. Most of you are probably asking yourself, “Who?” No it’s not the latest Broadway musical or a teenage all-boy pop band.

Billy Talent is a rock alternative/punk band right here from Toronto. For some reason, there are a few songs that my kids absolutely adore. For some reason… well it must be because their mommy listens to their music. But I also listen to every other genre as well. Why do you gravitate towards this particular band?

In the car, the Boss will request to hear “Fallen Leaves” over and over and over again. He has heard the song so many times now that he has memorized the lyrics.

I once played another of their songs, “Surrender” on YouTube and now they constantly request to watch the music video.

I had my video camera handy when I was playing their music outside on the patio and caught a memorable moment on tape:

So this whole “obsession” made me wonder why? Why this particular band? Genre? Singer? Music?

Will my kids grow up to be pure heavy metal tongue-thrusting middle-finger-pointing tattoo-laden teenagers? If I pushed classical music on them, would they become smarter?

The Boss already has an acoustic guitar and bangs around on his “electric” guitar. Both also like to bang on my piano. I can picture the Destroyer head-banging while playing the guitar while the Boss plays the drums and sings lead vocals.

Is there an innate reason for their attraction to certain music? Why do some kids like pop and others rap?

I know it may seem obvious but I did a little research and found that children do say it’s the sound of the music that attracts them to their favourite music. Lyrics play a more important role in teenage rap and heavy metal listeners.

With Billy Talent, I’m guessing that that my boys love the guitar riffs and the tempo of these particular songs, along with the singer’s voice.

What I also discovered was that race and ethnicity are the most powerful predictors of music taste. For example, 70% of a broad sample of black teenagers reported rap as their favorite music type, while only 22% mentioned either pop rock or “Top 10”. Very few cited rock, heavy metal, punk or country.

With the exception of the pop/Top 10 category, the preferences of white youth were distributed much differently: both rock and heavy metal drew a quarter of responses and only 13% mentioned rap. (Reference: Handbook of children and the media by Jerome L. Singer, 2002).

Also interesting was the fact that gender is as nearly a powerful predictor as race. Two primary gender differences emerge from the research on music preferences. The first and most fundamental musical gender gap is the separation between pop (female) and rock (male) tastes.

Whatever the historical era and whatever the population being studied, females exhibit greater attraction to the softer, more romantic, more mainstream forms, for example, pop, Top 40, disco, soft rock, Top 40.

On the other side, males tend to gravitate towards the harder-edged rock forms such as heavy metal, hard rock, punk, grunge and psychedelic rock.

So while my sister’s daughters are listening to the Jonas Brothers and Miley Cyrus, my boys will likely end up being Billy Talent fans for a long time!

And wouldn’t it be cool if my head-banging rock-loving boys end up being rock stars too!

by Dee Brun

Since Fatherʼs Day is this month I decided to try and step into my husband’s shoes and see what it is like to be a dad. So I paid closer attention to how he interacted with the kids and how they responded to him in situations compared to me. I also decided to interview my husband on his thoughts and feelings about being a father.

Five minutes into this endeavor I wanted to grind my teeth to powder. Just the mention of the words “talk” and “feelings” made this my shortest interview ever. My husband suddenly became about as chatty as Helen Keller. So I was left to draw my own conclusions on what it was like to be dad.
The main thing I realized in this research is that dads are still “men”. So naturally they have a very, how shall I say, “unique” way of doing things compared to “moms”. Here are a few that I had the sheer pleasure of observing…
Bath Time: Dads much prefer their young sons to run around the house to drip dry over the conventional invention of a towel.
 
Diaper Change: Dads feel that the diaper is just as absorbent no matter which way the silly cartoon characters are facing.
 
Feeding Time: Dads feel that the only food group that matters is the one that the child will eat with the least resistant and minimal spillage.
 
Bed Time: Dads insist that the smallest book with the fewest words is “His Favorite”.
Time Out: Dads always discipline…….Oh who are we kidding?
My favorite discovery of this study is that Dads play, giggle and love their babies just like moms do, only they make a lot more noise. I also realized that I prefer my husbands shoes on his feet where they belong.
I love watching him be a dad. There is nothing more attractive than seeing a man caring and playing with his children. Now if we can only get them to carry and give birth to them we would be all set.
So give an extra hug, kiss and a big thank you to dads on their special day. They work hard and try their best and to be frank…some days to a better job than I can. Most of all, donʼt forget to tell your kids that you LOVE their dad.
 

Commander and Chief Caesar
6 oz Clam Tomato Cocktail
1.5 oz vodka
1/2 tsp horseradish
2 tbsp dill pickle juice

Celery salt to taste, a dash Tabasco, a dash Worcestershire sauce. Garnish with a Dill Pickle. Mix all ingredients in a large glass rimmed with celery salt and serve to dad as he enjoys some “me” time.

 
Dee Brun is the author of the stirring book Libations of Life, A Girls Guide to Life One Cocktail at a Time. She has combined imaginative cocktails with witty accounts of dating, carousing, dieting and simply put, the ups and downs of Life. Follow her on Twitter.
 
 

by Dee Brun

If someone asked you what you really wanted for Mother’s Day, what would you say?

Of course as mothers we would all say, “Oh nothing, just the love from my family is enough”.

Of course this is all true and the home made card, Quickie Mart flowers, burnt breakfast in bed and macaroni necklace are all a wonderful bonus. But if no one was listening and judging, what would you really ask for?

First let’s take a look at the word “want” for a minute. I did some research trying to find out the exact medical terminology for the metamorphosis that takes place as soon as we become mothers.

I know there are many, but this particular one is where the word “need” is totally erased from our vocabulary and replaced with “want”. Of course my search came up empty. How do we, perfectly intelligent, rational women, forgo our basic human needs and now see them as wants?Also, as we all know, referring to something as a “want” when you’re a mother carries along with it another dreaded four letter word… GUILT!

If you actually look these two words up in the dictionary you would be surprised how very similar their definitions really are… Go ahead, have a look, I’ll wait….

So this Mother’s Day, I wish to profess to my husband and four children how much I truly love and appreciate all of them. And thank you in advance for the clay paperweight, decoupage card and carnations.

But if no one was listening and judging, this is what I really want for Mother’s Day:

1.  EAT.   I want to eat a meal, that I so lovingly prepared for my family, once a week without having to feed someone else. Just one fork, one plate and one hot meal from start to finish.

2.  SLEEP.   One night a week I would like to enjoy a full nights sleep. Trust me, this will be more of a gift to my family. Sleep = Happy…Happy mom, Happy wife, Happy life…

3.  MY NAME.  Don’t get me wrong, hearing the word mamma, mom or any version of this word is the sweetest sound on earth and I would trade everything I have to hear it forever. But for one day a month I would like to hang out with people who call me Dee.

4.   TIME.  Just a little bit of it alone, to do something silly. Like clean my purse that has now become another diaper bag.

5.  TIME REWIND.   I would like my 22 year old breasts back…  OK so I can’t have everything, but a girl can dream can’t she???

Happy Mother’s Day to all of you Goddesses. And always remember the best Mother’s Day gift is the blessing of actually being a mother… and an evening with George Clooney a close second. 

Cheers!

Love your Mamma Martini…with a little slice of peace and quiet…

2 oz Watermelon Vodka (Smirnoff available LCBO)

2 oz lemon juice

1/2 oz simple syrup (equal parts sugar/warm water)

3 slices cucumber

2 mint leaves

Shake vodka, juice, syrup and mint leaves with ice. Serve in a martini glass with ice.

Garnish with cucumber floating on the top of cocktail. This cocktail is best made up ahead of time so mint and cucumber flavours can infuse infuse into the cocktail.

Make a pitcher the day before and invite the other Mom’s over to enjoy some if that TIME you asked for!

Dee Brun aka CocktailDeeva is the author Libations of Life, A Girls Guide to Life One Cocktail at a Time, resident Cocktail’ista on CBC’s The Steven and Chris Show; home entertaining columnist at Toronto Star Yourhome.ca; Home Entertaining Guru, writer, humorist, wife, mother of 4, TV Junkie, shoe-aholic and borderline George Clooney stalker.

 


“Kaka. Poo poo. You’re a pee pee.”

Ah, the lovely sound of bathroom words being repeated over and over again by my 4-year-old and then mimicked by my 2-year-old.

Standing in a long line-up at the local power store, suddenly the Boss yells out, “Mommy I want to eat kaka for dinner!!!”

Embarrassed, I look up to see everyone staring at me… waiting to see how will I respond? Will I scold him in front of everyone? Will I threaten not to buy him yet another character from the Cars movie to add to his endless collection? Or do I amuse him?

“Sure, I’ll give you some kaka for dinner!” I respond.

“Ooooh that’s yucky!” the Destroyer responds with a giggle.
“Noooo, that’s disgusting!” The Boss quickly changes the subject.

Gotcha with that one, didn’t I??? Ha ha ha! I’ll outsmart a 4-year-old any day! Er, only when I’ve had enough sleep and can quickly think of a comeback.

You can’t help but laugh. But after the 26th time of hearing “poo and pee”, it starts to get a little annoying. Ok, I imagine these words are humorous to any young kid. And I know that he uses them because: a) they are funny to say; b) they are funny to hear; and c) they always get my attention and attention is good!

But when is enough? I guess when my 2-year-old is yelling out “PUCK” (as in hockey puck?) …uh yeeeeah! Then you know there is a problem!

How do I clean up my kid’s potty mouth?

Of course parents need to set a good example in the first place. Ahem. Oops… guess I was sick the day they taught that lesson.

Kids enjoy modeling after bigger people. It’s only natural for them to imitate and repeat words. Kids will push the envelope until they get the reaction from the parents that they’re looking for. Toddlers are especially great mimics, especially if you say a word a lot or say it with a lot of feeling.

What if a bad word slips out? I’m guilty of this with my favourite word being “sh*t!” We’re all human and it happens. For younger kids, the trick is, as soon as the word slips out, replace it with something more silly. Instead of saying “sh*t”, say “sugar” and say it with the same amount of emotion.

Another tip is to simply ignore the bad word your child is uttering… if he isn’t getting the reaction he expects, he’ll quickly drop it. Ignore it when he says “stupid” 30 times??? Uh I don’t know if ignoring it is going to work for my kids!

As kids get older and their vocabulary expands, you have to set boundaries and have family rules. Explain to the child why the word is offensive and why we don’t say it. Tell the child that there are consequences to a potty mouth and follow through with the appropriate punishment.

And if that doesn’t work, the ol’ bar of soap in the mouth technique is sure to clean up a dirty mouth in no time.