Sentences are constructed out of gibberish. Words are just thrown together with conversational inflections so that my son thinks I'm saying VERY important things.
"Oh? Loh loo lah. Loh. Loh. Loh. Who. Whoo. Whooo! Yeah, that's right. Tell me more about that."
Words are spliced together because the constant running dialogue I'm keeping up has destroyed my vocabulary data base...thingie.
"Stay put Monkey. No rolling off the bed. I know I'm not supposed to leave you here without adult-type supervision but Mommy has to go into the livpottyroom for a minu-second."
Communication between me and my husband mainly goes through the baby.
"Do you think daddy will take out the trash for mommy?"Smile, grin, grunt."Yeah, little buddy, I think daddy can do that for mommy!"
I start work next week, maybe I'll have some time at lunch after I pump some peoplejuice to write about life and the things I've been pondering. Specifically, Passion, Loneliness...ugh...there were more things but I can't think of them.. This is why I play Frontierville on facebook. Because the animated...thingies...don't ask too much of me. Then again, maybe that's the real reason my brain broke.
5 comments:
haha....Jackie, you are so funny!
I adore you.
You never cease to crack me up! I bet you'll love work - well, you'll hate it too, but it'll help your brain heal!
And after 3 babies...mine still isn't back to normal...;)
(spokeriz)
Jackie, love the way your blog looks these days . . . I've been out of the blog reading world for a bit, so if it's been this way since last summer don't tell me :)
You are hilarious!
Angela.
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