Welcome to Mommy (and Daddy) Lingo!
Hi and thanks for visiting this site. As a mother of 3 I've said some pretty odd stuff over these past 10 years and thought it would be fun to write a bunch of them down.
And now, with the encouragement of my brother, I'd like to share some of these unconventional, yet practical, phrases. Enjoy!
Saturday, November 24, 2012
Mommy juice. Why we started using that particular term, I'm not so sure, but the kids know not to touch it. I wonder what they think it is, because it takes on different forms...but anyway, there we were, the kids and I, looking through the bag of candy my neighbor had just brought over. He went to Italy last month with his wife and thoughtfully made us a bag of Italian candies. Although I don't think he looked too closely at what he put in it because if he had seen the 'mommy juice' filled chocolate, it would NOT have made it in that bag. Just sayin'. Now I'm not a huge fan of chocolate, so that would explain the look of surprise when I lunged toward the mound my son was unwrapping. It had "Disaronno" fancily typed onto the shiny golden (silver?) wrapping and was decoratively shaped and quite aesthetically pleasing. My sweet kids kind of look at me funny, their eyes questioning my rather uncharacteristic behavior. But once I explained (see above) they seemed a little less confused, albeit a bit more curious. They watched me closely as I took a bite (I wonder what they thought was going to happen), then leaned in to see just what was inside this delicious-looking confection that would cause their normally ambivalent-to-sweets mother to take such an interest in that particular item. I carefully bit the top off so as not to disturb the liquid contents inside. There was actually an audible gasp from my little audience. My oldest inquired first, "What is that stuff?" Mommy juice, I replied. "Can we try some?" asked my youngest. Nope. I then consumed the surprise in one gulp, leaving only the shell of its existence. The kids quickly peered inside, sniffing and looking for traces, but they found nothing. "Can we eat the rest of it?" my darling daughter inquired. Nope. I popped the remaining chocolate covering into my mouth and sat back in, for some strange and inexplicable reason, complete satisfaction. My, I guess I've just been eating the wrong kind of chocolate.
Sunday, November 11, 2012
Why do I feel like I've said something eerily similar at some point in the not-so-distant past?? Why would I even need to say that in the first place? And why do kids bark so much? So many things to ponder on this cold and wet day. I think I'll just sit here a bit longer, sip my tea and contemplate the absurdities of parenthood.