I couldn't possibly make this sh*t up.

If I had only planned ahead with this blogging thing…

I would have picked a name that didn’t need yearly updating. Hellooooo!!! More work for me! Could I possibly have something MORE to do in my free (hahahaha) time? And now, you lucky dogs, you’ll get some free press. From me. Thank you.

So, had I been smart, I might have grabbed “shit my kid says” (Already taken. This kid is 5.) …which leads one over to “shit my kids ruined” (hahahaha) or “shit my boy says” (Which is a Facebook page, and a damn funny one at that, but I didn’t want to step on toes with my blog) …oh and maybe avoid “shit my boyfriend says” (Unless you don’t mind hitting the “I’m okay with adult content” button) ohhhh actually there are two “shit my boyfriend says” blogs…ones a Tumblr…OR “shit my little shit says” (Damn, wait! This one is open people! Grab it!)

See? I just went for the age and the shit, and it had a little je ne sais quoi about it. N’est-ce pas?

Yes, therefore in about a month I will be updating my blog to shit my 7 year old says. I have a landing page up there. Eh. Maybe I’ll just change the header on this page and cross out the 6 and put a 7, whilst leaving the blog as shit my 6 year old says. Don’t want to lose my followers. That’s what happened when I went from 5 to 6. People get comfortable with a follow and don’t want to be hassled to RSS or email that sh*t up again. I understand. Completely!

What do you all think?

Anyway, (deep breath) after missing the school bus, driving Jack to school, going to work, working out at lunch, going home to meet the bus again, driving to get our Christmas tree, coming home and putting UP the tree, LIGHTING it, watering it and skirting it and such, making dinner, feeding the cats and then going to Tae Kwon Do and then putting Jack to bed and writing the above random mess…I hear the pitter patter of little feet coming down the stairs.

me: Heyyyy, what’s going on?

Jack: I’m scared?

me: Why? Come on let’s go back up to bed.

Jack: I’m scared of my shots when I turn 7 next month! And the finger prick!

me: Remember we talked about this? I won’t let them do the finger prick if you’re going to freak out. I promised you.

Jack: But you’ll forget!

me: Won’t you remind me? I won’t let them hurt you.

Jack: Promise!

me: Pinky swear promise.

Jack: And we can leave if they try?

me: Definitely. We’ll say no thank you, and we’ll walk out.

Jack: There’s no way you’re gonna remember that. You better write a note for yourself.

me: Thanks.

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8 responses

  1. Does he spend ALL day thinking of how to put off his bed time?

    December 12, 2011 at 10:30 pm

    • I know I KNOW! I was told by a very smart person (with degrees in this stuff) that boys (especially) do most of their thinking/soul-searching at night, and have most of their deep conversations while in bed with the lights out (with mom sitting nearby) or in the back seat of the car (while mom drives) because…they don’t do well with making eye contact as it’s very confrontational. Therefore this kid does ALL of his heavy thinking in bed as he’s falling asleep. Hard to get used to, but very interesting…

      December 12, 2011 at 10:43 pm

  2. I’ve heard those things too. I’ve also heard playing basketball with them is a good way to get them to talk. Seems like it would be difficult, though.

    Dimples talks all day long. ALL. DAY. LONG.!!!

    December 13, 2011 at 12:03 am

    • Hahahaha! I know! Sometimes I tell him he’s sucking all of the oxygen out of the car and he just has to stop for a minute. Or when I’m brushing his teeth he has to repeat a novel of information back to me. Sigh!

      December 13, 2011 at 11:27 pm

  3. As I’m only following your blog for a couple of weeks now, I was actually wondering how you’re going to handle it when Jack’s getting older. I like the idea of just changing the header image (crossing the 6 out and adding a 7) and leave the address as is, this would also always remind you and your readers when this whole thing started and how time flies. Or you could just go simply with “shit my boy says” and hope your follower keep up with this change…

    December 13, 2011 at 5:04 am

    • Well, I started back at blogspot with Shit my 5-year-old says and maybe I should have kept that! I did upgrade to 6 and switched to WordPress, thank GOD and lost almost all of my followers. Live and learn. I’m actually leaning towards keeping this domain. Thanks for the advice!

      December 13, 2011 at 11:28 pm

  4. Camila

    Or you could go with Sh*t a mom hears hahaha

    I didn’t know boys had this soul searching thing while in bed, I always thought they were simply trying not to go to sleep!

    December 13, 2011 at 8:58 am

    • Weird right? This is when I hear about death, girls, kissing, babies, god, divorce, etc etc. During the day he can barely look me in the eye for all of the other things he’s concentrating on. I might start to push bedtime earlier just so I have a little extra time to talk with him. As it is now, he usually goes to bed late and we rush. Ah well…

      December 13, 2011 at 11:30 pm

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