My kid still doesn't call me Mommy. I don't know anyone else who has a kid her age who is still resisting that, so I don't ever mention it. I know she can say it because if I ask her "Can you say Mama?" she says it and if you ask her to "find Mommy" she knows that one too...but the little putz won't call me Mommy. She doesn't say Daddy either, so at least it's equal discrimination.
|When I get older, my plan is to drive Mommy and Daddy crazy|
On that same topic, the kid does scream "COME!" if she wants me and she has on more than one occasion called my husband "CUNT!" so we always have that.
If I'm alone, an avocado serves one. The only way it's not is if my husband is home and he wants some, otherwise I'll eat it all. In my world there is nothing grosser than avocado leftovers, so it's a now or never deal.
If it's windy, I pick a shorter stroller run route because I'm so over pushing that thing into a headwind. I know I can do it, but I'd really rather shove a fork in my ear than run 4 miles pushing 50lbs into a 25mph headwind.
|Mommy, don't tell them how much I weigh!|
I spent a good 30 minutes today dying of laughter as I watch Wiggles spoof videos on YouTube. I don't know why it took me so long to find these, but this is my current favorite. The best part is how it really looks like Wags the Dog is flashing gang signs.
I like watching Worst Cooks in America because it makes me feel better about my own cooking skills. I may melt plastic in the oven, but at least I don't cook salmon in the dishwasher like that one dude on the show.
Yesterday I saw a rabid raccoon cross the street right in front my car on my street and my first reaction was to ask my husband to shoot it. Living in the country is corrupting me.
|I don't have rabies, I just brushed my teeth.|
I knew it had rabies because it was visibly disoriented and repeatedly fell over and twitched and then got back up and tried to run, only to fall again and again. My husband said the neighbors wouldn't like him shooting anything and our second option was a shovel, but then I remembered that Animal Control was probably the best option. The raccoon was long gone by the time we had discussed our options, so now I'm just on the lookout for it again. I'm worried the dog would go after it, but hopefully it can't climb our fence.
What's your latest favorite funny YouTube video? Leave a link in the comments so I can laugh my way through nap time today!