“Look mom! Look mom!!! Loooookkk mom!!!!!” I’m driving and while driving I adhere to the strict policy of keeping my eyes on the road and not the flailing child in the back seat. Call it neglect or what-have-you. At the next stop Jacob is holding his finger in the air for Judah and I to see. “It’s a booger!! hahahahaha!!” Seriously? He’s two and a half, how does he have this sense of humor already? I promise on my coffee maker that I do not pick my boogers and then parade them around. I’d blame Josh, but I’m certain this is one of those nature-nurture things where nature won out.
I think I should compile a list of conversational topics for when I meet new people. Why? Because I’m becoming that mother. Oh you know what I mean. That mother who only talks about how cute her kids are, the cute things her kids say, the cute moment when her kids did this or that…and I swore I wouldn’t become that mother.
I’m just kidding. I love being around other moms who love their kids and talk about their cuteness. They are, after all, our lives; Plus they talk about inappropriate things like boogers, how could you not share that?
But, while I haven’t actually started that list of topics yet, I have been thinking recently that short of reading a timeline of thoughts (and sometimes non-thoughts) crammed into one hundred and forty characters (twitter), I don’t read anymore. (Although I do read blogs and they totally count)
If I read some good books every now and then, maybe booger stories wouldn’t be my go-to topic of conversation (or blog posts). So, here’s my plea: comment with one of your favorite books or even one or two that you haven’t read, but think would be good. I’ve got a date with the library to get a card and then I’ll be ready to go. Twitter, I still love you, but published authors have a better chance of keeping my brain from turning to mush.
Usually on Thursdays I share some new adventure we’ve had. We’ve been pretty adventure-less lately, but I did find my glasses in the glove compartment under a sticky container of prunes. Cleaning them was an adventure. Oh and I found the missing container of prunes. (click image to read everyone else’s real life adventures on Alicia’s blog)