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I've learned a few things about myself recently:

-(I think) I process stress physically. For instance, with deadlines approaching and much work to do, instead of crying or exploding on a random citizen, I just get short of breath. And increasingly irritable.

-More than one exclamation point really annoys me. I don't know why. But it's especially not okay when guys do it. I realized this was an issue when texting a friend of mine, "It will never work with so-and-so. He uses more than one exclamation point."

-I tan SUPER fast. Why? I think I'm some percentage Native American. But not enough to go to college for free. Le sigh.

-When I decide to work from home, I get tired faster.

-I may be a bit of a hypochondriac...My wrist hurt earlier this week, so I assumed that I was dying of carpal tunnel. So I went and bought a fancy wrist stabilizer thingy-ma-bob. But, to be fair, since I wore it that one day my wrist hasn't bothered me as much.

-When I'm tired, I'm EVEN MORE easily distracted.

-Yes, I'm aware that you can't die from carpal tunnel. I had a super annoying/painful case of it when I was pregnant with the tiny tornado (Aiden), and the most it ever harmed was my ability to brush my teeth. And type. And write.

-The easily distracted bit doesn't help with the whole "working from home" deal.

-I like to practice my handwriting, and have been pondering the theory that your handwriting can tell a lot about your personality. But...if you change your handwriting, does that change your personality? Hmm...

-I wrote this blog instead of working from home.

The Aiden Language, Exposed.

My son’s vocabulary had an explosion.

Before December 14, 2012, I could count the number of words the kid said on both hands. I was honestly worried about it. He wouldn’t say momma. He wouldn’t say daddy. He wouldn’t specify his beverage of choice, other than “juice”, which came out “douche”. That was good for laughs, at first.

On his second birthday, something had happened. He started talking. Maybe not precisely on the second birthday, but definitely around that time. One night, my mother was reading to him, and he randomly started naming off all of the characters in the book (which was, of course, a Cars book).

I’m having so much fun listening to him. I finally understand what people were talking about when they say you understand your own kid more than you would a strange one, because they kind of have their own words for things.

This is especially true in his names for the Cars characters.

But, for your reference, I have provided a full list of the Cars characters, according to Aiden:

“Cup” – Lightning McQueen

“Chow” – Lightning McQueen

“Mars” – Tow Mater

“Do” – Guido

“Sho” – Flo

“Damone” – Ramone

“Bed” – Red

“SaRsh” – Sarge (This is sometimes said in a lower, extremely hilarious voice. R is capital because of the special attention that letter is paid.)

“Kee” – King

“CHICK HICKS!” – Chick Hicks (yep, you guessed it. This is shouted.)

“Doc” – Doc Hudson

“Sah-ee” – Sally

“Eh-more” – Filmore

I’d also like to add that he doesn’t only talk about Cars. But in Aiden’s world, that is a legit list.

Also? “Shit” is Shirt. Just for clarification.