Palm to forehead.

My Madre is still here. We are having a fantabulous time! This weekend was amazing, we introduced HRJ to sea lions and whales and penguins among other things. Then yesterday we headed to the base's air show and saw amazing planes doing amazing things. I'm exhausted to say the least. I think HRJ and I will need a week to recover once my Madre heads home.

But the reason I'm here today?
I have to share some some conversations with you. Two things that my parents' have said over the past couple days that have made me laugh hysterically and shake my head in shame at the same time.

My Madre.
Let me set the scene. We had just finished touring some really old historical site when I decided that we should all go to Cracker Barrel for dinner. The hubs and I made arrangements for all of us to meet there. As we were driving I was telling my Madre about their menu, trying to think of things she would like. Then I thought of it. The perfect dish.
"Ooo," I said "you can have chicken and dumplings!"
She looked at me all matter of factly,
"Only if they make their dumplings with Bisquick."
I slowly turned my head toward her with pretty much the most dumbfounded look I think I've ever made.
"Are you kidding me?" I questioned my extremely intelligent, common sense-filled Madre.
She laughed. "What?"
"I'm not asking them if they make their dumplings from Bisquick." I laughed back.
*Palm to forehead*
Sidenote: She got the chicken and dumplings and with the help of HRJ ate them all up. And no they weren't made with bisquick.

My Padre.
Again let me set the scene. My Padre is the resident pizza maker in the family. He's made delish pizzas for as long as I can remember. Last night I made the Pioneer Woman's homemade pizza for the first time. As each pizza came out of the oven my Madre took pictures of them and texted them to my unsuspecting Padre. After the second one had come out and the picture had been taken she called him to make sure he checked his phone. They hung up so he could go look.
As the hubs, HRJ, my Madre and I sat around devouring the pizza, my Madre got a text message. She picked up her phone. After a few seconds she made a confused face and then laughed out loud.
This is what it said: "I'm confused, I didn't think ultrasounds were in color. Can they tell from the pictures if it's a boy or a girl?"
*Palm to forehead*
Sidenote: Yes, he was kidding.

These are the people I come from.

Explains alot doesn't it?