Friday, September 21, 2007
Yah, right
Tonight after dinner we had apple pie with Cool Whip on top. I gave the boys their slice and went back in the kitchen for Fred's and mine. When I got back to the table Rion's Cool Whip was smeared all over the table around his plate and his hands were white. Right away he said, "Torii did it." Nice try Rion.
Thursday, September 20, 2007
The Name Game
Let me take this opportunity to apologize to my mom. "Mom, I'm sorry for all the times I made fun and/or got mad when you called me by one of my sisters' names." I now know this is a disability that effects a large majority of moms. I don't know why, but the moment you give birth, your brain is never the same.
I understand why it's so easy to get your child's name wrong in a bout of anger. Your blood is boiling and like the swear words that would come out easily if there weren't children present, you just start screaming out names. And like a piece of toast always landing butter side down, you most inevitably will scream out the wrong name first. If it's not bad enough to get your child's name wrong, it worse when you call him by the dog's name. I've done it. More than once.
Even under calm situations I can't seem to get my children's names right. I wanted Torii for something. I looked straight at him, had all the time in the world to think about what I was going to say and still called him Rion. Once again, this has happened more than once. Probably in the double digits.
My memory has also seemed to slide since having kids. This is another thing I once made fun of my mom for and once again I apologize. There is a long running joke concerning my mom and dinner. There has been many times that she has forgotten something in the microwave, only to find it there while cleaning up after dinner. Last Thanksgiving my dad asked her what she forgot in the microwave. She said there was nothing and yes she looked. After dinner, she found a salad in the fridge that she forgot to put out. I have also forgotten vegetables meant for dinner in the microwave. I have also left a full gallon of milk out on the counter overnight. Apparently, the part of the brain that holds our kids' names is also responsible for seemingly easy tasks.
So if my kids ever make fun of me for these things, which I'm sure they will, I'll tell them no, I'm not getting old, I'm just a mom.
I understand why it's so easy to get your child's name wrong in a bout of anger. Your blood is boiling and like the swear words that would come out easily if there weren't children present, you just start screaming out names. And like a piece of toast always landing butter side down, you most inevitably will scream out the wrong name first. If it's not bad enough to get your child's name wrong, it worse when you call him by the dog's name. I've done it. More than once.
Even under calm situations I can't seem to get my children's names right. I wanted Torii for something. I looked straight at him, had all the time in the world to think about what I was going to say and still called him Rion. Once again, this has happened more than once. Probably in the double digits.
My memory has also seemed to slide since having kids. This is another thing I once made fun of my mom for and once again I apologize. There is a long running joke concerning my mom and dinner. There has been many times that she has forgotten something in the microwave, only to find it there while cleaning up after dinner. Last Thanksgiving my dad asked her what she forgot in the microwave. She said there was nothing and yes she looked. After dinner, she found a salad in the fridge that she forgot to put out. I have also forgotten vegetables meant for dinner in the microwave. I have also left a full gallon of milk out on the counter overnight. Apparently, the part of the brain that holds our kids' names is also responsible for seemingly easy tasks.
So if my kids ever make fun of me for these things, which I'm sure they will, I'll tell them no, I'm not getting old, I'm just a mom.
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