Kids say the darndest things!

Today I drove an hour to have lunch with a pregnant friend. We worked together for years and lived near each other then, but have since both moved in opposite directions and both left our jobs to be at home with our baby's. I actually had not seen her in over a year do to the distance between us now, but bought a baby gift for her little boy who is scheduled to be born in a few weeks via c-section. I wanted to bring it to her before then.

She is supposed to be taking it easy on 'almost' bed rest at the moment, so I brought over a salad and some fruit and rolls to make her day easier. She has a three year old, rambunctious daughter and I know how hard it can be on bed rest when you have a little one to care for.

She looked adorable pregnant, and I wondered why it is that other women look so cute to me when they are pregnant, but I couldn't stand to be inside my own skin and hated how I looked when I myself was.

We sat down for lunch in her beautiful kitchen, in her gorgeous new house. Being two mom's with much to catch up on, we were clucking like a couple of old hens. We talked about the recent birth of my baby, and the soon to be delivery of her son among a million other things. Her three year old daughter sat politely & oh so cute on her bar stool, silently eating her fruit salad and gazing at me with her cupids face. I couldn't help but think she was absolutely adorable, and made a point of telling her so. She smiled, looked up with me with her crystal clear blue angel eyes and responded "You have a mustache."

Wow!


Her mom, appearing to panic, said " She does not Addison!" in the sternest of stern voices. You know that mommy voice that says one thing with a look that means quite another? A look that says "Oh my god, shut your mouth & do not say that again or I will feed you to the chihuahua." Well, that was the look she got. She caught it pretty quickly and became suddenly shy and had an embarrassed look on her face. I tried to make light of the situation as quickly as possibly to save her poor mother's blood pressure from skyrocketing. She is, after all supposed to be staying as stress free as possible! "Is that back again?" I laughed. "I thought I got rid of that thing!"

I'm sure I don't have to tell you what the first thing was I did when I got home!

OK, I admit, It's been a while since I got up close & personal with the light up mirror in the bathroom, but I rushed straight to it after I came through the door. Horror of horrors, the little bugger was telling the truth! I had a mustache. (Technically, I had a beard too.) Lucky for me she spared me and didn't mentioning that.

I tried to figure out when this could have happened, and how long I had been walking around with braidable blond hair on my upper lip, but I am at a loss. If you know me I am hoping you are shocked by this story and think I usually take care of my appearance. If you know me and have not seen me for a while this would be the case, but if you know me and you have seen me, shame on you for not telling me! I guess things have gone downhill in the last months since Babycakes arrived. I just didn't realize how far downhill I was snowballing.

Of course as a new mom I'm willing to make sacrifices, getting my roots dyed every 6 weeks instead of 4, ( even doing it myself from time to time from lack of having a babysitter) Oh yeah, you know things are bad when I'm using dye from a box! Shaving my legs every 3ish days instead of every day has been the norm. I think I've had 2 pedicures in 8 months, and that used to be a weekly appointment. Ponytail days I don't mind, but a mustache is last straw!

The worst part...I ran to the kitchen where my 15 year old son was doing homework & told him the story of my friends daughter and what she had said. He looked up sheepishly & just said "yeah". He admitted he had seen it & been to embarrassed to tell me! As a fifteen year old boy I would think it would be more embarrassing to have a mom who looks like Rumple stilt skin!

I will never know just how many people noticed & neglected to mention this 'defect' to me, but I am very very thankful that children say the darnedest things! Maybe I have some frienemies out there who have had a laugh behind my back about my "stache!"

Psalms 8:2
Out of the mouth of babes and sucklings have you ordained strength because of your enemies, that you might still the enemy and the avenger.

Wax on.....Wax off!