Who Knew?

On Wednesday mornings my girls go with a sweet friend from church to BSF. And I get to be just a mommy-of-one for a few hours. I wish I could go back in time, to when I just had Saige, and tell the "then me," to CHILL OUT.  And to just take it all in and to enjoy the simplicity of one child. And tell myself that one is SO much easier than having 3 under 5. But I guess that's why they say hindsight is 20/20.

Anyways, I usually run errands on these days since getting one child in and out of the car seems like a breeze. 

I decided to brave the Super Wal-(Freak)Mart that is north of where I live and it is a bit more ... "country," we'll say. And I absolutely love going there, honestly. People are who they are and there is not a whole lot of pretense. Especially compared to the one south of where I live, that has a bit more of a keeping up with the Jones-esque' vibe going on. 

Needless to say, I like to blend in a little more when I go to the country version, so I usually wear a t-shirt and jeans and I dressed Reed in his camo pants. So this morning, when I pulled in and parked right next to a big Dooley with a confederate flag and a license plate that said WHYTBOY, I knew we were at the right place. Oh, Texas, the red-neck land I am learning to love. When I was walking in it occurred to me that I could potentially be prejudiced against people I think are racist. That seems funny to me. Racist towards racists. I will have to delve into that a bit more and write a whole post about how we need to love them with the love of Jesus too. But for now, I am just laughing.


After getting what we needed - you know, bulk in everything - and braving the big, crazy-consumer, capitalist America-at it's-best store, we got back in the car to come go home. I was in my friends car since she drove the van to BSF, and I didn't have my usual music. So I decided to turn on the radio and surf the airwaves. Aerosmith was playing so I stopped and I listened for a little while. I was a fan back in the day so it was bringing back memories of my days in combat boots, multiple piercings and flannel. I was singing along and then I quickly snapped back into Mommyland and realized that Love in an Elevator was probably not the best choice for my son since I didn't want him growing up to act like some of the boys I dated during my grunge-rock-teen angst days. 

And I changed the station. 

Reed went absolutely berserk. Screaming "mar, mar!" 

I looked around at the imaginary passenger and thought "he can't seriously be upset about that?" 

So just to find out, I turned it back to Aerosmith. The incessant screaming stopped.

So apparently we have another 90s rocker fan in the family.

I guess he does come by it naturally since Aerosmith's greatest hits album, released in 1993, was one of his daddy's first CDs to purchase. Man, we're getting old.

Who knew ...

that Reed was such a fan ...

 of Steven Tyler? 

I do sort of see the resemblance. Don't you?