From the Mouths of Babes.....

I organized an event last night at Dante's school for the 3rd and 4th graders.  It was an Pajama party/Movie Night and lots of fun.

I am the type of mom who likes to interact and get to know the kids. Last year, I knew every one of Dante's Kindergarten classmates (and I'm well on my way to knowing all of his 1st grade mates this year) and I can still see them today and say hello to them (and strangely enough they somehow remember me) <----#sarcasmfont

Anyhow, I sat down with some of the kids and chatted with them and this is what I discovered from today's 8 and 9 year olds.

• The Lorax is good but it's boring and nothing blows up
• My dad used to be a DJ in the olden days in the 90's.
• My mom is really old.  She's 32.
• We should turn off the movie and dance because I want to show everyone my moves and maybe someone will want to be my girlfriend.
• It's weird to see my friends without their clothes on. (The kids were wearing pajamas, not the required school uniform)
• My grandpa was a warrior in the Venetian War. He's dead now.
• In the 80's there were no cell phones so people couldn't call anyone unless they were home.
• In the 80's computers were as big as your house and only rich people had them.
• Girls are weird because all they want to do is hit you
• Boys are weird because all they want to do is hit you
• My dad has tattoos like you except his are nicer
• I like your tattoos. My mom won't let me get one yet.
• Is Justin Bieber your favorite singer?
• You like Star Wars?  But you're a mom!
• How could you have seen Star Wars when you were a kid? It wasn't real back then.

And my favorite of the evening:

• I love your hair and your lipstick.  You look like a goth lady, but old and with jeans on.
  

There's a Signpost Up Ahead......

I don't really remember my pregnancy dreams being THIS odd with my first pregnancy, but let me tell you, I think Rod Serling (think 1960's Twilight Zone) has taken up residence in my brain and decided to take me on "A journey into a wondrous land whose boundaries are that of imagination. There's the signpost up ahead - your next stop, the Twilight Zone!"

Seriously, the other day I dreamed that the husband of one of my mommy friends was a child molester and using his business as a front for molesting children. In my dream, we all got together and beat the living daylights out of him while his wife (my good friend) made excuses for him. It was so real!

Another night I dreamed that we were in a gigantic hotel and Dante let go of my hand, ran off to an open elevator, stepped in, the doors closed, and he disappeared forever. I honestly woke up sweating and crying and thought it was true. I had to run into his room at 3 am to make sure that he was still there and not in some random elevator.

Then I had a dream that Dante was Boba Fett. Really. Boba Fett. How nerdy am I that I even have nerdy pregnancy dreams?

It's really strange but none of the dreams I have had have involved the new baby. They all center around Dante or things other than Mr. Bean in the womb.

With such vivid dreams, I am often worried about going to bed at night because some of these dreams are so realistic that I usually wake up expecting them to be real! (Sue me, I think it would be neat if my kid was Boba Fett, except that he would not fall into the Sarlacc Pit in this reality, rather he would kick its ass).

Maybe the fact that I am not dreaming about the baby and only really dreaming about Dante is that I am worried about my relationship with him when the new baby comes. Who knows, I'm not Freud. But I do wonder what the heck is going on in my brain these nights.