One for the baby book

So my 7 year old wrote a Valentine card to her unborn baby sister and this is what it said:

Dear Babie,
I hope that your cute if your not O well I still love you
Your bigiest sister

Technology's curse

So I shared the following story with my sister in law by text message and I didn’t realize how disturbing it truly was until I saw it there in black and white.

I taped the Grammy Awards for my girls because they wanted to “see the Jonas Brothers in high definition.” That’s what the 7 year old said. So no problem I thought because that is exactly why God invented the DVR, right? Well as a tired, pregnant mom I have taught the girls how to use the DVR so that if they get up at zero dark thirty they can watch their precious shows. (I also don’t let them watch TV in the evening so they have to record all their favorite shows.)

So back to the Grammy’s. They knew I had recorded the show and before I was up they decided to find their precious Jonas Brothers. However, there was a lot of singing on the way and they fast forwarded through most of it…. As I was making breakfast it became real evident what they didn’t fast forward through as they started to sing, “I kissed a girl and I liked it.” I tried really hard to hide my shock and horror but my mouth was on the floor. If the song had been on the radio, no big deal. However, this was a live performance and so they saw that the singer was Katy Perry, a girl. I had to spend the entire morning explain why it isn’t ok for them to sing the song and just laugh since they thought it was funny that a girl was singing that song---silly, just silly we concluded. Of course I know this is stored in their memory banks along with other off limits things they have seen and heard and it will be used against me at the most inopportune moment!

In a Nutshell

So the last few weeks are a blur. There were numerous trips to L.A., fighting of a mysterious illness for the last week, and comments from strangers and friends referring to how my stomach has "popped out." Amazingly with all that is going on I have found the strength to pull myself out of bed and to keep going! I have mad survival skills! Anyway,the true goal in mind is that three months from now I will be able to breathe out of my nostrils again.

So today as we travel through a drive-through the precocious 6 year old in the backseat states: Hope you don't max out your card!
Oh dear, well Miss Smarty Pants if you must know it was my ATM card and I know that those details are beneath you. However I'm sure your comment was humorous to the guy who was handing back my card and receipt. A little free entertainment for all.

It doesn't stop there. Tonight as my sick 7 year old is laying in my bed, I was flipping channels to find something appropriate but as I flip she exclaims: That lady is dancing with a pole. Why? She looks silly.
Granted I was flipping as fast as I could and that this person was completely dressed but I'm sure this will come up again in casual conversation with her friends. Once again I will be handed the mother of the year award.

So I guess tomorrow I will again have to find the strength to pull myself out of bed and do it all again. Why? Because I will survive!