My how times have changed

Motherhood is one of those things that kind of sneaks up on you.  When I first had Cooper, I didn’t automatically feel any different than I did the day before.  I just had a new “boss” that was 6lbs 8ozs and VERY DEMANDING!  However, conversations such as the one between Kyle and me in my kitchen the other day let me know that I have officially arrived.

The scene: I am still in my heels from work cooking dinner while Cooper is at my feet, also cooking dinner, and Kyle is entertaining the both of us.

K: I think that website we were looking at earlier was a bunch of knock-offs.

C: Fake Thomas-es?... {Thinking to myself: “Hmmm, those Thomas the Tank Engines were a little janky.  Who would post fake Thomas on YouTube?  I bet there are copyright issues.”}

K: Thomas?

C: Thomas the Train?

K: I was talking about the Ferragamo loafers we were looking at earlier.

C: Oh, right.  That’s what I meant.

WOW.  Motherhood has reduced me to talking about a children’s show while my husband attempts to discuss designer shoes?!  Sheesh.  Let’s not mention that all day at work I am singing “They're two they're four they' re six they're eight. Shunting trucks and hauling freight…”  What can I do?  The boy loves his “choo choo”!

Oh well.  At least I get a cute little sous-chef out of the whole thing!  Yes, hot sauce, bread crumbs and birthday candles are quite palatable when served from this little one!