Oh be Careful...

So I was getting Bella ready to put her in the shower this morning and I got a small glimpse of how aware I need to become of what I say in front of my Mockingbird of a Child. (Who by the way right now is sitting in her high-chair liking the last bits of nacho cheese off of the lid to her Mexi-Dips and Chips that I just got her from Bueno. She knows that Bueno is indeed Bueno.) Anyway, I am teaching her the concept of dressing herself. Being that she prefers the "natural" side of things, she is of course much better at the undressing rather than the actual dressing. Either way, we were in our master bathroom (or bafwoom) when I told Bella it was time to take her pants off. Sure enough, down they came. However being that they were slightly tighter at the bottom since they were her jammie pants, her feet were still stuck inside. The tile was a bit cold so of course she refused to sit down and try to get her feet out. As she grew more and more frustrated at the situation, being the awesome mother I am, I chose to be amused by all of this as her little attitude built to the point where she was about to explode. It was quite comical watching her frantic little march as her tiny legs attemped with each jerk up of the knee to break free from the grasp of the Baby Gap jammies. Finally I asked "Boo boo, do you want some help?" The reply "No mama, I can do it last night."
Side Note: Bella has started rsndomly adding the phrase "last night" to her sentances. Not sure why.
Anyway, about 30 seconds later I took another approach trying to help her to still maintain some independence in the situation. "Boo, what are you doing baby?" Her reply this time "I jus can't gettin da fweekin pants off."

Lesson Learned: If "Fweekin" were the worst thing she has ever heard me say I would not feel bad at all. However I think anyone who knows me can guess that not to be the case. Time to watch it.