Energizer Bunny in the Grocery Store

ok y'all.
sorry I've been silent.
as if that's a bad thing (HA!).
we've been moving.
thank the good LORD we are in a house now.
apartments are doodoo.

I don't have much to write about today, but I wanted to share with you the fact that my brain had been totally washed by toddler speak.

I find myself telling other adults "I have to go potty" or "Ew, I think Maddy made a stinky"...as if baby talk is acceptable to normal humans.

I know there are lots of other goofy words/phrases I use with grown people that I have just gotten in the habit of using with the chirruns. I can't think of them all right now.

But another I've noticed is that when people want to come up to me in public because of the girls and go on and on about how cute they are and how they have 12 grand children and #3 wet his bed until he was 7 but he learned how to jump rope before he could walk and I better make sure i don't let them play in the street cause their neighbor's kid picked up a piece of tar and ate it and he had to have it surgically removed; oh and are you breastfeeding? Cause that's a big ole baby...anyway what I was trying to say is that when that happens, the best thing to do is to talk to Maddy as an excuse to leave because otherwise the people just stay and prolong the awkwardness. Like, I'd say "Maddy, I think we need to get home for a nap" or "Well, girl, we better hurry home to daddy". Cause if you talk to your kid and start walking away, somehow that's like a magical power to make people leave you alone. But if you try to just end the conversation like a normal adult, they keep going...and going and going. Like the dang energizer bunny. My goodness. And you really want these people to be awkward/feel entitled to tell you all about all of the children they've ever come in contact with in their entire life, just dress your 16-months-apart children in matching outfits. It's like a beacon to the overly friendly, saying "come talk to our mommy. she really wants to hear your stories! Please!". ugh. And then when people ask if my girls are twins, I usually kind of do a double take. It probably only takes half a second (and I'm sure my jaw drops and my mouth just hangs open like an idiot because I'm dumbfounded) I look at the girls, then back at the person who asked, then I finally stammer "oh no they're 16 months apart. I mean...Chunk if fat, but how the heck do you think I had twins and one is walking while the other can barely sit up in the buggy. You think Chunk just waited a few months to come out? I mean...gracious.

whew.

Grocery shopping is rough y'all. And they two babies in the cart aren't even the hard part!