sublime

I have been thinking about this for awhile now.  There must be some unspoken pressure for our children, a collective “our,” to be exceptional.  I will be the first to admit, mine are completely normal.  Actually I think Add is a little on the slow side if we are really being honest.  Does that bother me?  Not really, not usually.  She’s on her own path doing her own thing.  That’s cool. But it seems pretty posh/hip/fabulous to declare your kids a genius.  And maybe they truly are, but it just ends up pissing me off.  For example, I am going to pick on Heather and Rebecca for no other reason than these are some of the blogs I read. Heather’s kid is some amazing reader and Rebecca’s kid is a music child prodigy.  I totally believe that their kids are reading and music fantasmo’s, but it kinda bugs me all the same.  Why?  Do I envy their coolness or just wish my kid was uber unique?   Any rate, I really don’t care.  I just wanted to acknowledge how annoying it is and declare that IT DOESN’T MATTER.  Anyway, I think Addy’s skill is her love of having fun and going to parties.  A skill that will serve her well into her 30s.

Did I mention she is a champion yogurt counter.  Yep, you heard me.  She is in love with yoplait, a product I never buy due to the sugar content.  But my in-laws like it and they buy it, which is totally fine except that Addy is capital O-obsessed with it.  Probably 10-15 times a day she calls me over to the fridge to point out every flavor and then proceeds to count them.  I have made a one-a-day rule that is my only attempt to keep the yogurt insanity at bay.  It’s not really working.

I must go.  Really.  I have SO much to do right now.  Like counting my yogurts and sending in fan mail to Yoplait.  Addy ♥’s you.

*does anyone else get confused by the word sublime?  I always think it is negative, then I have to think about it really hard to remember if it’s good to be sublime or sublime to be sublime.*

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