I thought I would keep it light today. My guess is that there will be hundreds of good BlogHer-related posts out there today. To be fair, I will not write something amazing. I do not want to take away from the BlogHer recaps.
Let’s be honest here, I’m not even reading this post. I’m off to find out what everyone learned (and who they saw and what they wore and where they ate… I’m both shallow [the clothes] and deep [the growth, the knowledge]. As I keep telling you, multi-faceted over here, people.).
Yikes. Way too much parenthetical stuff going on up there. By the way, I did already have a chance to read this post from Surrender, Dorothy and I loved it so much that I’m telling you to read it, too. Just in case that link is wonky, the title of the post is What to Do with BlogHer Jealousy.
So anyway, I just thought I would share two funny things my kid (referred to as “H,” in case I’ve never clarified that before) said this weekend, and then send you on your way.
Funny Thing #1 – A Lesson in Communication, OR Make Sure Everyone is Talking About the Same Thing at the Same Time:
Today we were all in the car, at a stoplight, and H said, “Oh, look, somebody glittered over there!”
Me: Uh, what? Where is glitter?
H: Right there, mom, look. It’s glitter! Somebody glittered.
Me (looking everywhere): I just don’t see it. Sorry.
H (getting frustrated with me): Right THERE. That old bottle. Somebody left their glitter.
Me: Oh, litter. Yes! Somebody littered.
H (exasperated): YES. LITTER. Littering is bad, right?
Funny Thing #2 – It’s Never Too Early to Learn About Retribution
Speaking of exasperation (those of you with poor retention skills, see above conversation), we had dinner with some friends last night at their house.
The kids, ages 3 through 7, watched a movie after dinner. On the way home H told us that he had fun, “except for the exasperating adults!”
When we inquired, he explained that the “grownups were talking and laughing so loud downstairs that the kids were exasperated when they couldn’t hear their movie.”
To that, we said, Ha. Hahahaha. Payback is hell, kid.
Do you ever have trouble communicating with your kids due to a language usage barrier? I assume you speak the same language, but I’m wondering if you experience mixed-up words and mis-use.
Have you ever had a moment of HA, Gotcha! with your children? A moment when you thought, now you know exactly how we, the parents, feel?
Do you have a favorite word-related funny story about your children?
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Once again, I leave you with some housekeeping. I won’t include this in every post for the rest of our lives, but I’ll probably include it a few more times:
1. You can now subscribe to Wonder, Friend by email! This makes me inexplicably excited. If you’re anything like me, you sometimes forget to check your reader. You may have favorite blogs (ahem) that you love reading, but you get busy and forget to check for new posts. So go ahead, subscribe. Over there, on the right, near the top. The Feedburner thingy. Thank you!
2. If you do read Wonder, Friend on a regular basis, you have my heart. Really. When I started this I said I would write even if nobody was reading, and I meant that. I mean that still. I write this for me, but lately it’s occurred to me that I also write this for you. Thank you for reading! If you leave a comment, you’re on my list of suitable mates should my husband ever meet an untimely demise. I sincerely appreciate your comments. Here’s the housekeeping part – I am now responding to comments within the comment thread, not via email. It just makes things more consistent. I’m working on setting up a comment platform that will send you an email when I respond to your comment. If you have recommendations for a good comment platform, send them my way.
Lapsed homemaker. Looking to hire a full-time housekeeper who will work for the sheer joy of a job well done and free coffee. Interested parties, DM please. 
We are now beginning to explore the world of sarcasm in our house. They sort of understand what it means, but now think that EVERYTHING I say is sarcastic. So I can say “Wow, that dress looks nice on you.” and they say “are you being SARTASTIC?”
Maybe I just sound “sartastic” all the time. I should tape myself.
Love it. Sarcasm is so tricky with kids. We have to remind ourselves that the 1-yr-old does not get it!
I now have a 4-yr.-old who says, “Nice, Missy,” in a super sarcastic tone. Every time my husband does something goofy, I apparently say, “nice” and now the boy says it, too. ALL. DAY. LONG. In response to almost everything we say… I’m trying to curb him before school starts!
H is too funny. Don’t you just love when the things we say lay dormant in their little minds and then come back to bite us in the rump?! Oh, yes, H will come back with one of those things!
The realization that he hears everything we say was eye opening. He told me himself, “mom, I remember everything. If you said it, I remember it.” I thought, oh crap. 😉 My husband and I have come to the conclusion that as soon as he can spell we will never have a conversation during his waking ours again.
Loved your post on rocking the world!
well, after blissdom, maybe some people will have a post like this because blissdom is where it’s at, baby!