To make sense of this you first need to know something about me - I'm a talker. Ask any of my elementary school teachers and they'll readily confirm it. "Talks too much in class" was a consistent theme on my report cards growing up. My husband is continually amazed by my ability to talk with my gal pals. "How can you go out for five hours and just talk the whole time?!" he'll ask. Uh, easy.
So, now that I'm home alone with two toddlers, they are the recipients of my stream of consciousness style, near-constant conversation. Since the conversation is largely one-sided, I tend to get a little -- goofy (as an aside, in high school I broke up with a guy because he was so quiet, it made me nervous, which gave me a case of verbal diarrhea and I'd just start blathering on and on and on... ) Where was I? Oh yeah, I talk - a lot.
As we were leaving the house the other day, Clyde called out to the dog "guard house" and I realized that one of my verbal rituals is to explain to the dog that we're leaving and to remind him that it's his job to guard the house while we're gone. This started me thinking of all the other strange, little commentaries I make throughout the course of a day. Telling them they need to wear socks because the only time they should have cold feet is if they're about to marry the wrong person, or singing the "Oh Dry Diapie" song I made up (to the tune of Oh, Susannah). Let's not forget the song that signals it's time for our weekly Costco trip. Oh, and the fact that on the drive home from said Costco trip, I speak in silly voices on behalf of the various purchased items, now rolling around in the back of the car. And there are many other odd phrases, songs, and rituals that accompany our daily routines. Songs and phrases that my kids just assume are a normal part of life.
I realized they have no other points of reference - they don't know this might not be the most normal behavior - that most people's gallons of milk don't express concern over the misbehavior of the bread, or worry that the eggs will jump out of the car when we stop, making a big mess. Will they remember these ritualistic phrases later in life? I also wonder how much longer I have when I can spout these odd sayings before I receive some major eye-rolling from them? I guess for now I should just enjoy the fact that they don't know any better and are happy to go along with my in all of my kooky habits. It also make me wonder what Secret Family Behavior other families have...
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