PMA

Piper has all of a sudden become quite the chatterbox. The things that come out of her mouth...well they are amazingly funny.

The other day I was bending over to do something...squatting if you will...and due to the fact that every designer on the planet feels the need to make pants and shorts that are "low-rise", Piper had a up close and personal view of what her life would be like if her mother were a plumber.

"Mama's booty crack." she says very matter-of-factly.

"Yes, Piper, that is mama's booty crack, " I respond, very embarrassed.

Then Piper begins to take down her pants and diaper.

"Piper's booty crack? I want see Piper's booty crack. My BOOTY CRACK. SEE MY BOOTY CRACK." She was very frustrated. She so wanted to see her own booty crack, why? I dunno...maybe to make sure that it was there?

Yesterday was Sunday, and I have started exercising everyday and it seems to be improving my attitude because Jason keeps saying that he can't stand my PMA...Positive Mental Attitude. I think, "better than PMS, right?" Anyway, it was an awful day...I think it rained the entire day...and nobody in my house really wanted to go to church, except me and my PMA. So, I do my exercise routine and I'm feeling good and we all get ready and get to church.

Piper decides that she wanted to go to the nursery to play, so Jason takes her. He does not return to the service and I see the person who is supposed to be working the nursery during the service enter the service and have a seat. Then Finn begins to fuss, during the prayer of course, and I have to take her out of the service. So there we are, all of us sitting in the nursery...not in the service...what is the point? We left and squashed that PMA.