Lettuce On The Side

So with all this drama Momma about the heart monitor stuff, I want to write about something funny. So cue A-girl. I can always count on my girls to crack me up. I must share the world!

So hubby and I were taking A to school last Wednesday and just out of the blue she says,"L's not a big girl, cuz she doesn't like lettuce."

I have to back track a bit here and share how this came to be. Our kiddos are always amazed at what hubby and I will eat. Our latest list of "EW's!" are: pickles, red onions, ketchup, tiny green or black specks (aka, oregano and pepper), mushrooms, chicken and rice (however they love chicken nuggets), black beans, shredded carrots (though they love carrots), "puffy" clementines (however non-puffy clementines are just fine) and lettuce.

We were surprised recently when we went out for cheeseburgers and A ordered "lettuce on the side." Seriously. Those were her exact words. Sure enough, she added it to her burger and ate it up. But it had to be "on the side." Makes a huge difference, I guess.

So back to driving A to school and her epiphany that her seven-year-old, big sis is "not a big girl, cuz she doesn't like lettuce." A is apparently (at the wee age of four), more mature/advanced/ sophisticated/well-rounded and bigger girl-ish than her big sis, cuz she likes "lettuce on the side." I love how their minds work.

CHECK MY HAIR!

Okay, so I thought I was a hypochondriac, but after wearing this heart monitor thingy for two days, I'm thinking "no." I've had to journal every single "feeling" or discomfort from the waist up the entire time. I'm on to four pages now and getting very annoyed with the whole dealie. Something must be really going on, cuz I'm pretty good with the sympathy pains on a daily basis, but I haven't heard one person talk about heart palpitations. When I watch the news or hear someone complain of a sore back, headache, lice (Honey, check my hair, CHECK MY HAIR!), broken bone, scratchy eye, carpal tunnel, shingles, bronchitis, eye stye, I totally feel like I have it too (Yeah, my throat feels a little scratchy too). Plus I'm always hurting myself. Last week, when I went to the doctor, I just got home and missed the stair in my garage and totally bit it. Totally busted up my ankle...all kinds of bruising and good feelings. Stairs and I do not agree. I'm very good at the minor injuries.

But now that I'm actually wearing a device that I can't get wet and having to write every single thing down, I'm convinced that this is really happening. Of course, I'm also imagining the technician/doctor trying to match my journal up to the heart monitor recordings and calling me "crazy" behind my back and then trying to break it to me gently that I seriously need HELP (as in mental). But what I really want to do right now is take a very long, hot and extremely soapy shower.