It has been a few weeks since I have blogged and I have no
excuse for that except; we have been enjoying the arrival of something wonderful
(no seriously, stop thinking we are going to have another child. “One and Done” is our family motto);
NETFLIX. I thought I knew the meaning of
true love, but now I truly understand how you can love something with all of
your heart and soul. (Sorry, Cory.)
Since Cory and I wait to enjoy Netflix until after our
little guy drifts off to sleep (not necessarily because of any wonderful
parenting philosophy but because we watch shows about serial killers and that
may scare- and scar- him), we decided to go out to dinner last night. We let Chase pick, which actually worked out
well. He chose Chinese, of course. He doesn’t necessarily enjoy the food, but enjoys
getting the fortune cookie at the end with the folded up piece of paper in it
with a secret message (sort of like a treasure map). Last night his fortune read: “To see the
light, you must travel through the darkness.”
And of course he had that memorized in a heartbeat and recited it to
other foodies on our way out the front door.
He looked sort of like a midget fortune teller. We’re thinking about investing in a crystal
ball and a tent and bringing him to local fairs.
Any who, it’s no secret that my child likes to "spice" up every outing. And this Chinese trip was no
different. During our entire restaurant experience
Chase decided to call me by another name then simply Mom. While we were up at
the buffet Chase shuffled behind me saying “no” to any offer of food I gave him
except anything that was fried. But
anytime I would put food on my plate my child would say (loudly), “Moo.” For instance:
Rice goes on my plate: “Moo.” Egg
roll goes on my plate: “Moo.” And so on and so forth. He even chased after me at one point when I
went up to get seconds and said, “Wait, Mommy, Moo, Moo.” OUCH.
I understand I don’t enjoy working out, but I guess I need to cut down
on my trips to the buffet. (Fun Revermann Fact: Cory and I once bought a year membership to Snap Fitness. We went once, but ended up at the Chinese Buffet across the street numerous times in work out clothes.) I didn’t find
it all that amusing, but of course everyone else in the restaurant did.
On a side note: After our restaurant trip we headed to
Shopko, not for anything specific but to browse, because that is totally the
type of people we are. I realized
something about my family during this trip, and it was a little horrifying. While
we were checking out I was holding Chase and he had his little curly top laid
on my shoulder. All of a sudden he
lifted his head up, stuck his tongue out and said, “Mommy lick my tongue.” The woman checking us out, who was probably
in her early twenties and wearing a name tag with “Liz” printed on it, looked
at Chase and said, “Wow that was a little creepy,” and went about her business.
As we walked out, Cory looked at me and said, “Wow Liz, was
a little strange.” And I instantly
became alarmed. What alarmed me was, it hadn’t even dawned on Cory that maybe
our child asking me to lick his tongue was weird but in fact the weird one must
have been the checkout lady for noticing how strange Chase’s request was. Wow, having a child can mess with you. Therapy here we come.
I may need a few days to reevaluate my life, in multiple
ways. Good thing I have a three day weekend coming up!
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| My sunshine. |
