|I think I had a few more brain cells in this picture before Peanut was born... circa 2009.|
I'm not sure if it's just me, but sometimes I wonder if my brain has disintegrated.
I have locked myself out of my car only to realize later that I had my keys all along.
My husband will ask me if I "remember the time..." and I don't remember it in the slightest.
I shave only one leg and never realize it until I am out of the shower and dried off. (Then I have to get all back in the shower, shave the neglected leg and towel-dry off all over again...Ain't Nobody Got Time for Dat!)
But, today I saw signs of life in the old noggin...
Opie used to have two aquatic frogs when he was little. And, at age four, Opie named all his pets...how you saaaaay...random-on-the-spot-and-off-the-top-of-his-head.
|Opie, at Age Four. 2009|
For two years, though, the cooky name of Frog #2 has eluded me. It's been stuck somewhere in the back of my mind between my mental grocery list and a New Kids on the Block Christmas song.
Yet, I'd like to report that this evening around 6:38 pm Eastern Standard Time, a memory nerve in my brain must have been fighting for it's last breath. While speaking about tadpoles to Opie, all of a sudden Frog #2's identity was shoved to the tip of my tongue in true 'before-I-had-kids-that-drained-every-bit-of-brain-juice-dry' fashion.
"CARE-THICK!!!", I yelled out at Opie. "You're second frog's name was Care-thick!"
I had actually remembered the most random pet-name ever created.
And, ladies and gentlemen, THAT was the highlight of my day.
|This kid, however, is a highlight of my life. Look at little he was here at age five!|