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Apparently I use “adult” language when speaking with my soon to be three year old.

We were dining at Sunny Side (or is it Street?) Cafe for lunch.

Alex was coloring his kids menu with the traditional red, blue, green and yellow crayons.

I noticed that his blue crayon was going to be snapped in half if he continued to draw the way he was.

My words of wisdom:

“Alex, don’t hold your crayon like that. You are going to break it.”

Alex:

“What?”

Me:

“You’re putting too much pressure on the center of that crayon and you are going to snap it like a twig.”

Alex:

“What?”

My Mom:

“Why do you use words like that with him? He has no idea what you are saying.”

Me:

“I don’t know. I never really thought about it.

Alex:

“What?”

Me:

“Nothing buddy. I like your picture.”

I ooh and ahh over our babies. Call them little pet names and adopt their baby talk words as my own. I still say I’m going “nigh-nigh” and I will forever probably say I need to go “potty” while I’m in the presence of grown adults with no children in sight.

But..

When my children start speaking full sentences I start talking to them like they too are my age. Thankfully my swearing is at a minimum, unless you count “crap” and “pissed off”, I say those phrases A LOT.

I will go into lengthy explanations and sometimes I see their eyes glaze over and know that I’ve “lost” them but it’s almost like I have no clue on how to make it simple and easy.

Am I the only one who speaks in “adult” sentences when speaking to their children?

And how many more “quotation” marks can I use in a post?

At least I took a breather on  the “exclamations”, I know I tend to use an over abundance of those little bats and balls (at least that is what Alex thinks they are!!!!!!!!!

So 3 things you didn’t know about me. Let’s see. I’ve been blogging for quite awhile now and I can’t remember what I’ve shared and not shared. So if this is a repeat, I apologize in advance. I figure most people checking this out for the Blog Hop are new anyway.

1. I played Badminton in High school. I orginally joined because you got to wear cute, short tennis skirts. And since I was no where near capable enough to be a cheerleader, badminton seemed the way to go. A lame reason to join, but I fell in love with the sport. It was amazingly fun and I was highly competitive. Had we not moved away right before my junior year I would have been on the varsity team. My new school didn’t have a badminton team, I was devestated. I really loved playing. They have a club team at the rec center near by and I have thought about joining. I have a scheduling conflict though, but if that ever goes away, I would love to play again!

2. I’m deathly afraid of worms. One of the main reasons I don’t do well with gardening, or even picking weeds from the landscaping is worms. I freak out if I see one. I jump and squeal really loudly. I started when I was young. One of the worst memories I have is when some mean neighborhood girls threw them at me. I couldn’t actually feel any hit me, but that was besides the point. It was implied that they had and I couldn’t hande it. My girls like to pick up worms and show them to me. I applaud them, but I keep a distance. They know not to get too close!

3. I cut my hair short. Super short. I had always had the bottom half shaved, I have really thick hair and I get overheated easily. I needed a way to thin it way out. I got tired of it and always had my hair pulled back anyway. So I went and got it chopped. It’s short, like Brian’s mouth dropped open in surprise and he had to lay down on the bed for a bit he was in such shock. I love it, it’s beyond easy to take care of. In fact, I think it’s too long on top now (about 3 inches), and I want to cut it shorter.

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I haven’t been able to fit into any pre-pregnancy pants except those that have elastic waistbands.

Brian and I started working out at the gym a couple of weeks ago and trying to eat more healthily.

Because Alex decided to puke on me the other night, my fave black pants, were in the wash and out of commission.

It came time to get ready for church and I realized I had no pants options left. I was scared. I went to try on my “fat” jeans. The jeans that I couldn’t pull up past my thighs when I tried them on last.

I was fearful. I shut myself into my closet and put one foot in. Then the other foot  and pulled, praying for a miracle. Let these jeans please fit me Lord!

They fit, praise God!

Then came time to pull up the zipper. With a lot of hard work, I got it closed. I realized that maybe, if I put on my tummy shaper undergarment, it would work better to my advantage. I took off the jeans and poured myself into the black, tight spandex. I put the jeans back on and the zipping was a much easier task.  Then I went to walk and I looked kind of like a penguin. I needed to do the sit test. I sat on the side of the bed and decided to never try that again.

I took the jeans off, peeled off my tummy shaper and was quite discouraged.

Then, a glimmer of hope. I had an idea and it was brilliant…..

I put on a pair of Brian’s jeans and was pleasantly surprised that they fit and didn’t look to bad either.

So not only was I wearing my husband’s Eagles shirt (the Eagles that let us down in the NFC Championship game. They came so very close.) but also his jeans.

I told him good news, I can fit in my jeans. Bad news, I can’t sit down in them. Good news, your jeans fit me. To which he replied, “YOU’RE WEARING MY JEANS!”

Sharing is caring right

Oh and I got several compliments from friends at church on my “new” jeans!

Now I just have to keep up the good work, I’ll be back in MY jeans before I know it. Until then, I know I have a great alternative!

So the latest crazy dream I had was based upon getting an “old school” picture commented in my myspace of me and my boyfriend Adam (who is in the band Lucky Boys Confusion, if you ever heard of them) in 8th grade, visiting the private christian school brianna will be attending, talking about brian’s college room mate pat (who hated me immensely), and reading a chlex fanfiction featuring vampires and “claiming” ….

I was at a concert with Brian and looked over to see that pat and josh were there and thought, oh no, here we go. I hope Pat and I can be civil to one another. Then the band announced that they wanted certain people on stage, Brian was one of them. I saw Ann-Morgan and Cheryl from church heading down also. I turn to my right and see Adam and think no way. I go over and say hello to him and somehow we end up kissing. I then say, what was that and then immediately start freaking out and turn around to see Brian. He didn’t see it, but felt it (the whole vampire thing) and I knew I was in trouble as I watched him coming for me and I thought he is going to kill me, literally. I turn to Pat and he says lets go. So Pat and I start running and somehow when we get out of the concert hall we are in the school. I say I have to get my kids, Brian is going to kill us. We are running all over trying to lose Brian in the chase. I get to the classroom and my kids are a boy and girl. Pat grabs them and we take off for the elevator. Two other kids follow us in and I’m freaking out because Brian is almost to the elevator and the kids keep putting their hands in the door so it won’t close as I’m furiously hitting the “close door” button. I finally get them out of the way and it closes just in time. We go down and I push the stop button so we are in between floors, then we alternate going up and down. Finally we go down all the way and make a run for it. We get out to the parking lot and Pat hands one kid to me as we are looking behind us to see Brian hot on our trail. Pat happens to have my keys and my wallet. We put the kids in the car and he gets in the driver seat (the parking lot is very much like we are at an airport by the way) and he pulls out and there is Brian in the middle of the street with four baseball bats. Pat drives by him hitting him. And we go to this booth, like we are paying to get out of the parking lot, but it’s these 4 black guys sitting there talking and the one who is supposed to deal with us is playing the lottery. I’m yelling at him to stop scratching the lottery ticket because someone is after us and then the whole side of the building blows off and Brian is standing there. I get out of the car and go to fight him..

Then I woke up…