So I was talking to my darling hubby last night while watching the Olympics (which are amazing to watch and make me feel like I should have stayed with Synchronized Swimming. Why is THAT not on TV? :)). Sorry very long side note. If you know me, you know that is oh so normal.
Anyway, I was talking to my darling hubby last night while watching the Olympics about how I am sarcastic. Seriously, I am trying to work on this problem. I could not make it through a routine (it was gymnastics) without making a comment. I mean, really, the intense pressure on these people makes me SO nervous that I am like a child again...covering my eyes in the movie part that I was not supposed to watch but secretly looking through the cracks in my fingers. We have all done it. Not you, you say? Then certainly you looked between your elbow and the floor to watch who's shoes were going by while you played Heads Up Seven Up. Now that I have proven my point that we all cheat through the cracks, or at least that I do and have no dignity left, I was nervous watching last night and when I'm nervous I ramble and when I ramble I am sarcastic! Okay, sorry for the rambling. See what I mean.
I think we started talking about this because I mentioned how I felt like reading my blog is like reading an essay written by a high schooler at times. I am short, to the point, and not always myself. Therefore, I have decided to erase all the blogs that I have previously written and start over. Okay, if you are looking down to see if they are still there, I was just kidding. Who has the time for that? To make a long story short, if you read my blog after this post and it is a big sarcastic or boring (because I can be that too :)), I"m sorry. However, I would hate to disappoint all those that flock to my blog daily (all one, and I only update like once a week tops) by letting them think that my life is as boring as my blogs. Really, it is, but that is okay. I love it anyway.
As a mom, I have decided that I want to keep a funny little list of random things that my kids say. I want to be able to remember them or look back and laugh my head off at how darn stinking cute they were (or weren't). I am thinking that I will carry around a little notebook or email them to myself and compile them somewhere. I can already think of so many that I have probably missed and won't get back. Here are a few that may (or may not) be making the book. Okay, I lie, they will all be there and it will be a thousand pages long. I write big.
Asher (obviously, Avery can't really talk): Mommy, look out my nono.
Me: Look out your window? Can you say window? WINDOW?
Asher (disgusted): Mommy, me can't say that word!
Asher to Auntie Janna while they were going up on the Wizzer, a roller coaster at G.A.:
Auntie, you is going to like this!
Asher to me: Mommy, you understand? You understand what I am saying? (where did he learn that?)
Asher to someone (name withheld) after they passed gas: (name), you pooped?
Asher to me in the car: Mommy, this a Jesus song. me like Jesus music please.
Asher when he messed up: Oh crap, I mean oh dear.
Asher to me when I asked him to do something: Say what?
During the Olympics: go SA go SA
More to come later. :)