So, I have decided that my life has turned into a cooking show. Abigail loves to listen to my voice and "talk" with me. In fact, if I am not talking she can (and usually does) get a bit fussy. Just as a cooking show host, I narrate every move and thought that I make out loud. Thus, I find myself talking ALL DAY LONG--
"Lets go fold the clothes--you first fold in the arms..."
"I'm putting shampoo in my hair and scrub scrub scrub..."
"We are going on a walk-- let's get Ala's leash . . . we love walks..."
"first you moisturize, then put the foundation on..."
"I love Honey Bunches of Oats, one day you'll get to try some..."
"great, Daddy left the toilet paper roll empty..."
"gosh, it would be nice if you could take a nap right now..."
"blah . . .blah . . . blah..."
Even as I am sitting here I am telling Abigail exactly what I am typing. As a result of all this talking (rather, thinking out loud) I have become the crazy woman who talks to herself everywhere. Folks, I am the person in the market, at the mall, in Target who thinks OUT LOUD. The unfortunates who are shopping around me probably think I'm a nut case. Though that may hold some truth, I would like to clear one thing up. If you ever see me walking around talking to myself-- I am actually talking to Abigail and trying to be a good Mom. My life is truly my very own cooking show.
One of this weeks adventures was baking a cake. Sadly, I had yet to use my Kitchen Aide since Abigail was born, so this was her first time seeing the beautiful appliance at work. Good times!