I spent this weekend skiing up in Big Bear with my Young Women. We had a great time....the snow was lovely, the sun was shining, and the girls were really entertaining. As was I, although I'm not sure any of the girls appreciated me singing, "What's new pussy cat, woooahooo" complete with the Elvis hip swivel. But that's neither here nor there.
I spent the day skiing with my Laurel Keileigh, who is 17. She is from Utah so we share a special bond. :) We were the only ones skilled enough to take on the black diamonds (ha ha....but it's actually true) so we stayed together all day. Anyhoo, most of our lift rides we were paired up with random strangers, in order to get 4 people on every chair going up. Well, on one lift ride we got paired up with these two hilarious guys. One was in the the ugliest sweater I have ever seen, underneath the tightest snow pants/jumpsuit I have ever seen. Seriously, it took all of my self control not to take my ski pole and give him a "pizza cutter." And the other guy was wearing a ski jacket that was straight out of the 80's--multi-colored neon swatches all over it. They were hilarious--and were dressed that way just to be jerks. So I was teasing them about their get-ups, as if I had known them for years, and I asked them how old they were. They told us they were 21. So then I asked them how old they thought Keleigh and I were....I know guys LOVE that game! One of the guy looks at us, and says, "She's (Keleigh) about our age, and you....I'd say around 26 or 27." Ouch!! I was so bummed that he basically guessed my age! I am 28, and if I'm being totally honest, I thought he was for sure going to say at least 23!! And then I had to wonder, what ages me? My face? Wrinkles? Mannerisms? Clothes? What, dammit, what?? :)
And you want to know the most pathetic part? In situations like that, after I can't pass as some cool cat teenager, I then drop the whole "mom" card, trying to get the "No way, you're a mom! You seem way too young and hip for that!" comment. :) I wish I was joking. After that guy pretty much guessed my age, I said, "Yep, I'm 28. I have two kids--I'm a grown up!" (I know! I'm completely shameless!). And to add insult to injury, the two guys didn't actually give me any of above mentioned "cool mom" comments, but in my defense, we had reached the top of the lift and we all got off and went our separate ways.
But seriously, i was depressed. I have to work on accepting the fact that I am NOT a crazy teenager, or a young twenty-something anymore!! It's only going to get more and more painful the longer I resist, like that mom on Mean Girls who thinks she's hip like her teenage daughter. But don't worry, I reestablished my coolness with my Young Women when we got back to the cabin and I busted out the dance to "Soulja Boy." Put that in your teenage pipe and smoke it!!
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Recent "Kate-isms"
the other day the doorbell rang and I told Kate not to answer it until I could look to see who it was. No one was there when I peeked out the window, so we opened the door and saw a package on the doorstep. Kate looked at me and said, "How did that package ring the doorbell?"
All our hard earned money spent on her Montessori school, and Kate has managed to go an entire school year still calling pre-school "pretty school." But it's probably because I have never once corrected her...I hope she thinks that's what it's called forever. :)
Kate says to me, "Mom, there is something in my eye! Oh, I got it out, it was just an eye wack." Eye wack, eye lash...same thing, right?
Jim had Kate pay $8 tithing from her Speedo photo shoot yesterday. On our way to church, Kate was explaining tithing to me: "I'm going to give my money to the prophet and he is going to send it to Jesus."
Kate's prayer tonight: "Please help Ezra...to not be a piglet. And please help Daddy to not be so wacky. " Her prayers are amazing, I should start tape recording them all.
I was doing Kate's hair and she said, "Ow mom, you just got that rectangular in my eyes!" Umm...that would be detangler, not rectangular. And to top it off, it was hairspray. Geesh, Kate, learn your product, would ya!
Her latest prayer: "Please help us that mom and her parents can say the prayer...sometimes. Please help us to get a lot of exercise. Please help Ezra to fold his arms and close his eyes. Please help us to have a lot of energy. Please help us to kick all the pokey things off the tramp". Everything is a Please help, or a Please Bless....apparently we need to work on the thankful part of our prayers!!!
I decided to be a good mom, and try to teach Kate the "true meaning" of Christmas. So I told her that we celebrate Christmas because it was the day that Jesus was born. And she says to me, in a sing song voice, "Yeah, when Jesus was in your tummy!". Umm, no Kate, i did not give birth to the Savior of the world. She kills me.....
Kate has had a fever now for a few days, and tonight she just looked so miserable. I said to her, "Oh sweetie, when are you going to feel better?" And she replied, "I don't know, maybe at ten o'clock." Oh sweet....cause right now it's 9:15. :)
Kate has been reading the book "The Tortoise and the Hare" lately, and yesterday on a walk she said, "hey momma, let's play slow and steady wins the race. I'll be slow, and you be steady." lol!
So tonight at dinner Kate says to Jim, "Hey Daddy, you know who thinks quickly when things start to shake?? Your brain, right here."(tapping her forehead). Apparently they learned about earthquakes today at preschool.
And her prayers these days! Someone should compile a book of all the hilarious things kids pray for....Kate said last night, "Please help us to bless the food....please help us to go to Sea World pretty soon....please help us to not talk silly talk....please help us to not hit or bite anyone......" Try keeping a straight face through that one!
Kate put on her Dora nightgown the other night and she kept saying, "Daddy, I don't like this nightgown! It's icky and skanky!!" Did I teach her skanky?? Seriously.
As some of you may know, we have a family from Germany staying with us right now. Kate calls them "the German girls". And today the girls were talking to each other, and Kate looked at me and said, "Those girls are talking in Germany."
Last night in her prayers, kate said this: "Please help us to drink apple juice and milk, and not throw up. Please help us to say "Jules the Musician" (a musician who came to her school a couple weeks ago), and please help us not to bite....remember what I said? and please bless Ezra....". How classic, I always say to her, "You remember what I said? If you touch Ezra again, you will be in time out." So here she is, what, threatening God? Out of the mouth of babes, I tell ya.
Today at the mall, she said to my friend Sara, "Sara, my whole life is soo tired." And she sighed, all exhausted. 3? or 30?
Kate says to me this afternoon: "Mommy, I want chicken nuggets for lunch......that means you have to get up." How sad is that? You can tell I've been stationed on the couch lately!
"But Grammy Kay I don't want you to go home! Who will be my best friend? No one.....no one will be my best friend." Now does that break your heart or what??
"mom, what happened to my show? You didn't ba-cord it?" record, ba-cord....same to her.
Being sick I offered her some Gatorade. Then she kept asking for her "Ungerator."
The other day Kate told me to list a word that started with a Q. I said, "Why don't you tell me a word that starts with the letter Q?" She paused for a minute, then said, "Cube."
Tonight at dinner she told me that I was Prince Eric, she was Ursula, and Jim's character was naturally....."Grimsby." (Prince Eric's butler). No Ariel, Flounder, Sebastian....but Grimsby manages to make his way into the line-up.
And finally, this example is why Kate is so exhausting....Kate at the dinner table tonight: "I had a birthday. I shared my Dora cake with Uncle Nick. But not the other Nick, the painter. He painted my room pink. I like the color pink. But I really like the color blue. My cup is blue....hey, (holding up cup) I need some water!" To which Jim and I just burst out laughing....talk about a stream of consciousness! She never shuts up! : )
All our hard earned money spent on her Montessori school, and Kate has managed to go an entire school year still calling pre-school "pretty school." But it's probably because I have never once corrected her...I hope she thinks that's what it's called forever. :)
Kate says to me, "Mom, there is something in my eye! Oh, I got it out, it was just an eye wack." Eye wack, eye lash...same thing, right?
Jim had Kate pay $8 tithing from her Speedo photo shoot yesterday. On our way to church, Kate was explaining tithing to me: "I'm going to give my money to the prophet and he is going to send it to Jesus."
Kate's prayer tonight: "Please help Ezra...to not be a piglet. And please help Daddy to not be so wacky. " Her prayers are amazing, I should start tape recording them all.
I was doing Kate's hair and she said, "Ow mom, you just got that rectangular in my eyes!" Umm...that would be detangler, not rectangular. And to top it off, it was hairspray. Geesh, Kate, learn your product, would ya!
Her latest prayer: "Please help us that mom and her parents can say the prayer...sometimes. Please help us to get a lot of exercise. Please help Ezra to fold his arms and close his eyes. Please help us to have a lot of energy. Please help us to kick all the pokey things off the tramp". Everything is a Please help, or a Please Bless....apparently we need to work on the thankful part of our prayers!!!
I decided to be a good mom, and try to teach Kate the "true meaning" of Christmas. So I told her that we celebrate Christmas because it was the day that Jesus was born. And she says to me, in a sing song voice, "Yeah, when Jesus was in your tummy!". Umm, no Kate, i did not give birth to the Savior of the world. She kills me.....
Kate has had a fever now for a few days, and tonight she just looked so miserable. I said to her, "Oh sweetie, when are you going to feel better?" And she replied, "I don't know, maybe at ten o'clock." Oh sweet....cause right now it's 9:15. :)
Kate has been reading the book "The Tortoise and the Hare" lately, and yesterday on a walk she said, "hey momma, let's play slow and steady wins the race. I'll be slow, and you be steady." lol!
So tonight at dinner Kate says to Jim, "Hey Daddy, you know who thinks quickly when things start to shake?? Your brain, right here."(tapping her forehead). Apparently they learned about earthquakes today at preschool.
And her prayers these days! Someone should compile a book of all the hilarious things kids pray for....Kate said last night, "Please help us to bless the food....please help us to go to Sea World pretty soon....please help us to not talk silly talk....please help us to not hit or bite anyone......" Try keeping a straight face through that one!
Kate put on her Dora nightgown the other night and she kept saying, "Daddy, I don't like this nightgown! It's icky and skanky!!" Did I teach her skanky?? Seriously.
As some of you may know, we have a family from Germany staying with us right now. Kate calls them "the German girls". And today the girls were talking to each other, and Kate looked at me and said, "Those girls are talking in Germany."
Last night in her prayers, kate said this: "Please help us to drink apple juice and milk, and not throw up. Please help us to say "Jules the Musician" (a musician who came to her school a couple weeks ago), and please help us not to bite....remember what I said? and please bless Ezra....". How classic, I always say to her, "You remember what I said? If you touch Ezra again, you will be in time out." So here she is, what, threatening God? Out of the mouth of babes, I tell ya.
Today at the mall, she said to my friend Sara, "Sara, my whole life is soo tired." And she sighed, all exhausted. 3? or 30?
Kate says to me this afternoon: "Mommy, I want chicken nuggets for lunch......that means you have to get up." How sad is that? You can tell I've been stationed on the couch lately!
"But Grammy Kay I don't want you to go home! Who will be my best friend? No one.....no one will be my best friend." Now does that break your heart or what??
"mom, what happened to my show? You didn't ba-cord it?" record, ba-cord....same to her.
Being sick I offered her some Gatorade. Then she kept asking for her "Ungerator."
The other day Kate told me to list a word that started with a Q. I said, "Why don't you tell me a word that starts with the letter Q?" She paused for a minute, then said, "Cube."
Tonight at dinner she told me that I was Prince Eric, she was Ursula, and Jim's character was naturally....."Grimsby." (Prince Eric's butler). No Ariel, Flounder, Sebastian....but Grimsby manages to make his way into the line-up.
And finally, this example is why Kate is so exhausting....Kate at the dinner table tonight: "I had a birthday. I shared my Dora cake with Uncle Nick. But not the other Nick, the painter. He painted my room pink. I like the color pink. But I really like the color blue. My cup is blue....hey, (holding up cup) I need some water!" To which Jim and I just burst out laughing....talk about a stream of consciousness! She never shuts up! : )
A Little Bit About Us
Jim: He enjoys working (wishes he could fit in more), surfing (doesn't get to do it enough), and spending time with his kids and family (does his best to put in some quality face time). Notice a theme, here? He also loves peach Haagen Daas while watching the Office and basically any activity that involves his two brothers. And just to keep it real here, Jim loves to shop/spend money. You should see the guy go at the outlets! Has been known to drop his wife and two kids off at the pool while he goes back to the mall to return a few things and pick up a couple more shirts. Ummm...can you say, metrosexual??
Adrienne: Might as well talk in first person, since we all know who is writing this! I love being a mom 99% of the time ;) , working out--just did a 10k and am training for my second half marathon, scrapbooking (which i basically never do anymore), blogging (or attempting it anyway), spending time with my "peeps", and watching all my shows (thank goodness for a summer hiatus!). Oh, and i like ice cream, too, but for some reason I can't work it into my daily weight watcher points!!
Kate: As my mom said recently, "Having Kate around is more like having a roommate around than a child!" Perhaps she is referring to her endless dialogue and neverending singing. She is so precocious, and she cracks us up constantly. She just started preschool, and we hope she'll dig it. She loves, loves, loves to swim, play with friends, and bug her brother.
Ezra: Little Ezzie bear....what a joy! At 10 1/2 months he has six teeth that has truly made nursing a "labor of love", he doesn't crawl, and he is the worst nighttime sleeper ever. BUT, I absolutely adore him and I cannot get enough! He is such a happy, pleasant baby....and I'm crazy about him.
Adrienne: Might as well talk in first person, since we all know who is writing this! I love being a mom 99% of the time ;) , working out--just did a 10k and am training for my second half marathon, scrapbooking (which i basically never do anymore), blogging (or attempting it anyway), spending time with my "peeps", and watching all my shows (thank goodness for a summer hiatus!). Oh, and i like ice cream, too, but for some reason I can't work it into my daily weight watcher points!!
Kate: As my mom said recently, "Having Kate around is more like having a roommate around than a child!" Perhaps she is referring to her endless dialogue and neverending singing. She is so precocious, and she cracks us up constantly. She just started preschool, and we hope she'll dig it. She loves, loves, loves to swim, play with friends, and bug her brother.
Ezra: Little Ezzie bear....what a joy! At 10 1/2 months he has six teeth that has truly made nursing a "labor of love", he doesn't crawl, and he is the worst nighttime sleeper ever. BUT, I absolutely adore him and I cannot get enough! He is such a happy, pleasant baby....and I'm crazy about him.
18 comments:
THat stinks, but you know what, everyone ALWAYS guesses that I am older than I am, so basically when I am 30 I will be looking like I am oh well lets say 45 or something. Sad I know. Anyways park tomorrow, I am for sure in! Keileigh is the best!
That's funny. At least you're not turning the big 3-0 this year. Yikes. You will always be young and hip...those guys wish they were your age, that's why they were wearing 80's clothes.
Aids -- be proud of the fact that you're not a crazy teenager anymore. Seriously, would you like to go back to being 17, or even 21 for that matter? Not me. No sirree.
And I'll tell you why -- we were obnoxious (even more so than we are now.) Case in point, I called Dad last night and he said they were watching family videos (they were desperate -- their satellite was out) and he said, "We're actually just watching you and your stupid sister." LOL! Don't worry -- he was talking about both of us.
We really were HUGE dorks. Seriously, I would never go back. I'm still trying to recover from the dork days. So don't look back Aids, you can never look back.
You crack me up, A. I would never want to be a teenager again!
Would you classify yourself as a "high-school peaker"?
PS--Those boys don't know what they're talking about. You are hip, young and sexy. And you have sweet dance moves.
Soulja Boy? You kill me. I know how you feel. I'm so sad that I look my age at best. Once I'm done having kids I swear I'm going to buy my 17 year-olds body back.
hahahahahha, you are hilarious! I can just imagine you saying all of this. I think you should look into writing a book?
ps. those guys are idiots!
"You and your stupid sister". Love it.
At least they didn't think you were her mom or something horrific like that.
Please put a video of you doing Soulja Boy on your blog. Pretty please? Now watch me do...crank dat soulja boy
This is so funny. I used to get comments all the time about how I looked too young to be a mom. Now that I'm thinking about it I don't remember the last time someone said that to me! I guess it's time to embrace it. Maybe.
Oh yeah, Melissa's comment reminded me of the time I was shopping with Scott's sister, Kate. She was 17 and I was 26. We ran into an old (albeit weird) acquaintance of hers and he seriously asked her if I was her MOM! Seriously, I was 26. That was only three years ago. I'll give you one fat guess what that did for my self-esteem (actually it didn't hurt that much because the kid was seriously weird -- at least that's what I tell myself).
"I'm not a regular mom, I'm a cool mom!"
-Regina George
Regina George! Holla, mean girls! That is so classic, Becca or KAte, whoever wrote that!
And to clarify, I don't want to be a teenager again. I just wouldn't mind being in my early twenties for life. Heids, a "high school peaker?" Ouch. I don't think that is what I'm trying to say, but I guess I am just around teenagers in YW's so much, that their age is sort of my frame of reference of coolness.
And geesh, Cels, your killing me with your first comment--we weren't THAT dorky!! At least I wasn't. :) I didn't think I was the pinnacle of cool or anything, but you made it sound like we spent every Saturday night playing "cards with the tards!" I would like to think that Dad was watching the section of the home movie where we were like 10 playing "Cooking in Da Hood" or whatever that ridiculous skit was we filmed ourselves doing...but not us in high school!
I don't know, I've realized that I suffer from the worst case of "the grass is always greener itis". My teenage years--loathed most of them, but now in my mind, they seemed so rosy and carefree. Pregnancy--absolute hell, but even now I picture myself glowing as I nest and grow a life inside of me. :) It's painful really, to always idealize everything. But perhaps this comment on my OWN page should have been another post. :)
LOLOLOLOL!!!! Just tell yourself that it was your confidence that gave your age away - that's what I tell myself.... bring on the eye cream!!
Just to clarify--I would never classify you as a high school peaker. I just love that term so much I throw it in whenever I can. When I taught high school, I kind of thought of myself as one of the kids. So much so that I've joined the alumni group for PGHS. Seriously.
And I'm like you. I keep thinking, "I should have another baby." Like I'm not already completely loony with my three. But I'm sure the fourth one would be no trouble at all. Riiiight.
Bloggers unite! Hey! I was so glad to see you on my blog today! Email me sometime and we can talk about Boyd Bastian and which order processor he's now dating. I love you and your sis--always have. Stay in touch
theobaldjenna@yaho.com
Oh Adrienne, How did I go most of my life not knowing you? I go to my "laughing place" whenever I'm with you. This blog is hilarious. You knew that this was coming though. After your dinner at CF last year, I would have thought that you realized you weren't a teenager. I guess it took another year for it to sink in.
I guess it's better than being mistaken for a twin of your sister who is 10 years older than you! Yeah, tell me about it. I was SO depressed for a while after that. At that point, I was only 25. Did I really look 35? So Sad. Sad, but sometimes the truth hurts.
BTW, you definitely need to go into settings and have your comments emailed to you. Sometimes that's the only way I feel right about writing naughty things on people's blogs. I don't want everyone to know the "real" me.
Most of the time when you see a "comment removed by author" it's me. :)
I am slow on reading blogs these days, but this is sooo funny because I have had the same thing happen to me. I think when we work in yw we think we are staying young, but really we are just looking older to the young girls as we attempt to act young. I am looking 30, hating it, but finally accepting the fact that I am no longer a new young mom, freak, Madison starts kindergarden next year, yipes!
At least you don't get mistaken for a YW when you're their leader! Oh yes, I have a ring on my finger, AND I'm carting around a kid, but I STILL get ... 'so are you a mia maid or laurel?' :) They taught me the soulja boy dance to! I'm SO bad, but we'll have to bust it out on Ellen!
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