It's Okay to Have Some Fun

Rory is at that glorious age when she won't remember anything we say. This is good because I swear. A lot. I know it's a little brass and a lot trashy, but it's a hard habit to break. Sometimes there's just no other word that will do. Saying "fudge" or "gosh" doesn't have the same effect, especially while driving. I mean I want that other driver who is driving way too slow and can't possibly hear anything I say to know how angry I am that he is choosing to drive the speed limit. (Just in case my tailgating isn't getting the message across.) Despite my bad habit,  I promise I will do everything I can to ensure that Rory's first word is not a four letter one. Unless it's Mama. I would be okay with that.

Another benefit of Rory not yet understanding anything we say is that we are able to spice things up a little during story time. One of Rory's favorite books is called "It's Okay to be Different" by Todd Parr. It's a super cheesy book meant to boost children's self-esteem and promote tolerance. (Barf.) Honestly, I think the only reason Rory likes it so much is because it's super colorful. Also because she's a baby. Even though it's a cute book, it gets a little old when you read it 3 times a day. 

Marcos usually reads to Rory in Portuguese, so I don't always understand what he's saying, but I know enough to notice when he's not reading a book correctly. So, a few nights ago, I noticed that Marcos wasn't following the script and he seemed particularly pleased with himself (ie smirking). Rory, of course, was none the wiser. She still smiled when she saw the page with the Zebras and repeatedly reached for the book in an attempt to put in in her mouth (despite the fact that she was holding an actual teether in her hand). 

"What the fuck was that?" I asked once he was finished. (I told you I swear a lot.) 

"Nothing," he said. "I just improvised a little." 

"Read it again. In English." 

Here are some of my favorites: 

It's okay to be a woman. 

It's okay to let one rip. 

It's okay to have diabetes. 

It's okay to overreact.
(Seriously, the mittens are right there. Calm down, snowman.)

It's okay to speak German. 

It's okay to not know how to fish.
(Where the hell is the bait??)

It's okay to be stuck in the eighties.

It's okay if you can't grow a proper mustache. 

It's okay to be gay.
Or
It's okay to be the mascot for a gum that loses it's flavor after 10 seconds.
I can't decide which one I like better. Thoughts?

Before we know it, Rory will be repeating every single thing we say. Until then, it's okay to have some fun.