This is your brain before kids...
People who have kids can divide their lives into two parts - Before Kids and After Kids.
Before kids, I was a different person than I am now. Not necessarily better or worse, just different. (Even though, I'd like to think I am a more patient person now that I have kids.)
You see, before kids, I was forgetful. (You thought I was going to say I had a good memory? Ah, no. I am going to give it to you straight, pilgrim. I am going to shoot from the hip. I am going... *Ahem.* I got carried away there.)
As I was saying, before kids, I was forgetful. I would excitedly begin to tell Hubby a story when he interrupts by saying, "Michelle, you have told me this story five times already."
To which I would snap, "Well, just pretend like it's the first time you're hearing it!"
Now, after kids, I am still forgetful. I make a grocery list and get home to realize I have forgotten half of the things on my list. Also, everytime I go to the grocery, I think we need more mustard. I get home and we already have four bottles of mustard. We don't even use mustard! WHO DOES THIS?!
I also lose my train of thought. Do you like cheese? I love all kinds of cheeses....
What was I saying? Oh right!
I would like to think that some of the few memory brain cells that were still effective passed on to my children during birth.
On Halloween, we watch a five minute cartoon clip about a square pumpkin saving a scarecrow who is in danger of being burned by fire. They only watched five minutes because I quickly realized this may be too scary for the boys so I changed the channel.
Last night, J says, "Mama, can you tell me about the pumpkin that saves the scarecrow?"
Whaaa?? He remembers that crazy little clip that he saw weeks ago! He saw it only one time. One. Time. I can't remember things I've seen a million times! Except for my uncanny ability to remember actors, the movies they starred in and movie quotes. Yeah for useless talents!
Hooray! The few memory brain cells that did still work passed on to my kids. This makes me feel better. I may not have all my mental ducks in a row but my boys do.
Fast forward to this morning, Baby L is playing with Legos as he has a MILLION times before. He knows he is not supposed to put things in his mouth. Baby L decides to stick a small one in this mouth.
Okay, so we may need to revise my previous statement. Maybe both my boys didn't get all of my working memory cells.
Let's just say the "jury's still out'.