Stirring

Well, lately I've felt a bit stir-crazy. Seemed like the most exciting thing in my day was sorting laundry and the occasional walk around the block to check out the strange happenings of the neighborhood. Of which, I'm sorry to say that the most exciting thing in our neighborhood is a little old man who walks the town all day long. So, it was good to get out for a MOPS meeting.

As I go in to drop my child off the child care worker not once, but three times refers to my daughter as my son. This bothered me at first, until I realized she is calling every child in there a boy (and all but one are girls). Furthermore she tells one woman "I'm sorry, but your daughter looks like a boy."

Anyway, it was great to have an excuse to get out. We had some creme brulee french toast with an egg casserole, applesauce muffins, and orange juice for breakfast. There is a devotion, time to socialize, costume exchange, and then some small group discussion. I've noticed when moms get together it is no holds barred. For instance, today there was a lengthy discussion on potty training, what it entails, the difficulties in cleaning up the accidents, using pull-ups for #2s, etc., etc. Now Hipp was raised in a very prim and proper family, certain words for bodily functions were not ever used, not to mention during a meal. But apparently others don't share these verbal taboos.