Here's Looking at 2

I'm taking a short break from writing about The Mandy Project, however it should be noted that I am still going strong.

In honor of my daughters 2 year birthday, I thought it would be nice to have a real look at what 2 years old means. So without further ado, our interview about being 2:



Mom: So, how old are you now?
Baby Girl: Dis many. (holds up both hands and wiggles fingers.)

I have often thought 2 would be a difficult year. How are you handling it so far?
(Silence.)

That bad, huh?
Bad. (Puts hands to mouth and giggles.)

If you could go back to one, would you?
NOOOOOO!

I see. What was your favorite birthday gift?
Frog! A Pig! A Bear!

So many you can't narrow it down, wow! Sounds like a great birthday.
Sit on potty chair, and pee pee or poop. Kutch goes pee pee and poop.

Interesting. Can you elaborate on that?
Potty chair... potty chair... and elmo and books.

I gather that you enjoy your Elmo's Potty Time movie you received. You also mentioned books. Can we assume that you have potty books on your nightstand?
Yes!

Excellent. So earlier you spoke about a "frog" would this be Kermit the Frog? Do you feel that the Muppets are out of style nowadays?
(jumps up runs to the TV and points) A frog! A pig! A bear!

Well put. What song does Kermit sing?
Let it goooooo! Let it gooooo! Can't take it any mooooooore!

Apparently I haven't seen that particular Muppet movie.

So, life has changed a lot for you this past year. Would you say the addition of Ketcher has changed the attention you receive?
Kutch! Mwuah! Hug!

You seem to really enjoy his company. If there is one piece of advice you could tell him, what would it be?
(animatedly speaking lots of gibberish...) and fruit snacks.

He is lucky to have a wise older sister. Can you describe what it's like to have 3 dogs living with you?
One, two, three, four, five, six, seben, eight, nine, ten, eleben, twel, firteen, fifeen, sebeneen, nineen, twenee.

I imagine it does feel more like living with 20. With that said do you know your alphabet?
Q-R-S-T-U-V-W-X-Y-Z now know abcs next won't sing me.

 As a final question, I think we would all like your opinion on the news about Cosby. Thoughts?
Cobee? What that?

Probably what most people under 30 are thinking. Well thanks for the interview, it has been fun.
(Jumps off chair and runs into the living room. Proceeds to spin in circles until she bounces off the ottoman and lands on her face.)

Great interview Mom! Let's do it again!

My Own Worst Enemy

Yup that's me. 5th grade.. Do we all have awkward years or was it just me?  I feel like we all do, although some have many, many more years than others.

5th Grade - So it begins...

I am sure my awkward years have shaped me into who I am now, especially since I was so ugly, I had to figure out how to be funny.  I didn't have my family's quick wit, so I had to come up with my own brand of humor.  I spent hours perfecting my impressions and watching recorded tapes of SNL.

I spent my Friday nights with the beloved TGIF line up. I am not sure what I would have done without Full House, Step by Step, Perfect Strangers, and Family Matters.

Oh Balki, don't be Re-dic-u-lous!

I was part of the nerd group, but I wasn't particularly smart. I was just struggling to fit in like everyone else. Unfortunately, I would struggle for years before I stopped caring about what people thought.

My worst enemy during this time was myself. I had totally unrealistic expectations. I had some Disney-like image of how I should look. Shouldn't everyone have blond hair? Shouldn't we all be able to talk to animals and sing?  In 1989, little mermaid came out and now I had to add boobs to my list of Disney princess things I didn't have.

It didn't help that I continually embarrassed myself. 5th grade I had to read this word out loud: "unique". For someone that was in the slow reading group in 2nd grade, there was no way I could figure that out. So I pronounced it U - NEE - Q. Oh boy... that's rough. People that were in my class STILL remember that! 
 
In 6th grade, there was 2 minutes left before the bell rang to go home. A classmate started singing the Chi-Chi's Mexican restaurant commercial: "Fri-i-i-ied, Fri-i-i-ied Ice Cream" and just as he ended 2 loud farts erupted and then the bell rang. There was no hiding who did it. Sigh...


6th Grade - Yup it was me and I was
probably wearing this same 3 piece suit
 

9th Grade homecoming dance, I went without a date, with some friends and their dates. Like all 14 year olds, we went to taco bell after the dance. When our parents came to pick us up, it had rained. We walked out, I slipped and fell. After that all I heard was "Better call Sam!" Sam Bernstein was an injury lawyer with countless terrible daytime commercials. Damn you Sam... damn you.

My awkwardness came and went in high school, but returned again in college in another way.  I packed up my puzzles, scrapbooking supplies, and other nerdiness and put them away. I wasn't going to be myself any more. It was time to find a new me. So my low self esteem and I went on a 3 year journey. I was loud, rowdy, emotional, and deep down, unsettled.  It didn't take long before I realized I couldn't keep up the façade.


8th Grade - My glasses were even crooked!

Turns out I am a nerd. I love puzzles, dorky sitcoms, and reading nonfiction. I enjoy doing accounting all day and writing at night. I like being alone, which is different than being lonely. I love that I found someone who loves my nerdiness because isn't that what being a Disney princess really is?  To find your prince charming that loves you for who you are? 

I am still awkward in some social situations and have lingering social anxiety.  Having Kenzie has actually been a blessing, because when she is with me I know exactly who I am. I am Kenzie's mom and nothing else matters.  Ok... that and staying away from fried ice cream and commercial jingles.



Sept 2013