Motormouth Monday: Will she ever shut up?!?

I used to live for blogging.  It must be the writer in me.  Now I seem to just blog about living.  It seems I'm always just doing a bulleted list of updates or I only blog when something extreme happens...you know, extremely frustrating, extremely funny or extremely interesting.
But there are those times when I just write because I haven't written for awhile.  Most of the time, those end up being the my favorite posts. 

Sometimes I write about milestones.  Like learning to walk, learning to jump, learning to potty on the potty.  Learning to curse. 

Yep.  You read it right.  Learning to curse.  That's a fairly new one.  Jayna likes to insert "hell" into her sentences.  Like last week when she couldn't find her bracelet and asked rhetorically, "Where the hell did I put my bracelet?" 

I want to laugh and scold at the same time.  My theory on children cursing (opinion formulated from experience) is that the more attention I give said cursing, the more she'll do it.  Of course at this point she only does this at home.  I may change my mind when she screams out the F bomb in the middle of the mall.  We do NOT curse at our house when Jayna is there.  If we do, it's a very intense situation and we apologize for using curse words.  I also make her apologize for cursing, but I don't put her in time out or scold her heavily.  I just say, "That's a no-no word.  Say you're sorry and don't say it anymore."

She was bound to learn.  That's just how the world works.

Our most recent milestone is what I'd like to refer to as the "motormouth" milestone. 

That kid NEVER shuts up.  Seriously.

Here is one of her rants from this morning:

Me:  Jayna, it's time to brush your teeth and put up your hair.
Jayna:  Okay, mommy.  After I brush my teeth and get my hair in a bow, can I play in my room?  I think I wanna play doll house.  Or maybe read my fairy book.  But first I brush my teeth.  Can you not set the timer today, mommy?  You can just tell me when it's time to go instead of setting the timer.  I won't throw a fit.  MOMMY!!!  I LOVE YOUR SHIRT!  LOOK...IT MATCHES MY DRESS!!!!!  THEY'RE BOTH BLUE!  I wanna play doll house.  I love you, mommy.  Can I wear flip flops today?  But if it's raining I'll have to wear a jacket.

Oh. My. Lord. 

If I ran all that together without spaces, it would be a way better illustration of how this kid works.  She does NOT stop talking.  She doesn't even give me a chance to answer her questions.

We were 10 minutes late to school this morning due to the fact that she wouldn't stop talking and asking questions and GET IN THE FREAKIN' CAR. 

Here is that rant (as we were walking out the door):

Me:  Let's get in the car, Jaynie.  It's time to go.
Jayna:  Mommy!!  It's raining!!  LOOK!!!  The flowers are growing!  Is it raining because the flowers are growing?  Noooooo, mommy.  That's silly.  The flowers are growing because they got rained on.  Those are growing too!!  LOOOOOK MOMMY!!!!  ALL the flowers are growing!!  And the grass.  Is that bird growing, mommy?  My flip flops will get wet if I walk in the grass.  I will go the long way around the car so my flip flops stay dry.  Can I take my bracelet into school?  No, I will just leave it in the car and get it after school.  Can I watch George after school?  MOMMY!!!  We're going to the grocery after school.  Are we going to the grocery after school?  Is daddy going? Can we...
Me:  GET IN THE CAR.  WE'RE LATE!!!

After I typed that, I sighed very heavily.  And that about sums it up. 

I LOVE that she's observing the world around her and correcting her own logic mistakes and using her curiosity and rationale and answering her own questions.  I absolutely love it. 

You know what else I'd love?  If she'd learn to multi-task.  As in talk while walking to the car instead of STANDING STILL UNTIL I HAVE TO CUT HER OFF AND DRAG HER THERE.

It's like when a dog gets on a scent trail.  Nothing matters except that trail.  That's Jayna with her little rants.  And unlike when she just asks me a single question and will continue asking the question OVER AND OVER AND OVER AND OVER AND OVER AND OVER AGAIN until I answer her (even if it's only a couple of seconds delay), she doesn't care if her questions are answered when she gets on one of these rants.

It's actually quite hilarious.

When I don't have anywhere to be, I just let her go.  I don't urge her to do other things or answer her questions myself.  I love just listening to where her mind takes her.  I call it "embracing her creativity." 

I kind of want her to stay this age.  For a LONG time.  I will really miss 3 years old.