From the Crazy Hip Blog Mamas…
So far? Wow. Honestly, I am really having to sit here and think this one over. I can think of sweet moments and sad moments, but funny moments? So far, nothing is coming to mind.
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Still nothing. The best I can come up with are all from Alyssa, and all involve bodily functions:
The first incident happened when Alyssa was barely two weeks old. I went with her and my mother to a church meeting group. Now, let me set the scene for you: about two dozen of us, a large but quiet group, listening as the pastor drones on about…something. (I don’t remember)
Suddenly Alyssa starts farting. Loudly. Long, loud, squishy, wet sounding farts (the kind breastfed babies are so good at making!). I’m sitting there trying my best not to crack up. Suddenly my mom catches my eye, and then she and I were killing ourselves to keep quiet. I look away from her and see another woman looking at me. She too is trying desperately not to start laughing. Meanwhile Alyssa is busy blasting away, oblivious to us all.
Alyssa has become aware of farting. Last week Dan farted, and she comes over to me. “Mah-yee… *baby chatter* …Daddy… *baby chatter* … butt!”
She also giggles hysterically when she farts, and pats her butt as if to say, “Now there’s a job well done!”
And finally, she tells me when she’s pooping. She comes over to me, turns away, leans over, points at her butt, then tilts her head back up and looks at me. “Mah-yee… pooping. Ew.”
Wow. Three paragraphs on farting and pooping. I am such a shameless mother.
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As the domain name suggests, my name is Jenn, and I own this blog. I'm 26 years old and married to my one true ♥, Daniel. And while I have two kids (Alyssa is five, and Ryan is three), you won't find "mommy" in my username or email address, nor does my blog revolve around them. I'm a mother, but most importantly I am me, with a passion for love, blogging, reading, and photography. I'm also a busy freelance writer, web designer & SEO goddess, and a blogger relations person for an adult toy company.
Actually, I remember a story of yours that made me laugh hysterically. You mentioned Alyssa trying to eat the cat food and then running away giggling while you chased her. Not sure why, but I find that to be classic!