I can't even speak like a grown up anymore...

Even before Michael was born I knew that as a stay-at-home-mom I was going to have to make a special effort to maintain even minimal levels of adult conversation and intellectual stimulation.  It was rough with just an infant, but I could still find time to read and watch (way too much) Netflix--so even if I wasn't actually interacting with other adults during the 12+ hours each day that Alex was at work/school/coaching, at least I was exposed to adult conversation.

But now that I have the joy and honor (seriously) of being a SAHM to a two year old and  an infant, even the simulated adult interaction of books and Downton Abbey are not enough to save me from talking like my toddler.  I don't know how many times a day I catch myself telling Michael "Yes, Elmo--has a messy diaper... no, you have to eat the cereal too and not just the fraisins... would you like awffles for breakfast?... yes, you may have a cheese tilla for lunch... no, you may not have a doochdie until after dinner... is your head owie? do you need mooches?... Michael, we use our nammits for the ketchup on our faces, not on our plates... no, this oashan is only for bottoms, not for hands..." etc.  And it's all completely unintentional.  I have no intention of referring to my second born as Elmo instead of Liam, but that's what I hear all day.  I know they're really raisins and waffles, but it's just easier to call them fraisins and awffles for some reason.

Sure, sometimes we do it on purpose because it's cute, like when Alex and I tell each other Happy Noo Yee-a! before going to bed.  But most of the time I just find myself talking like a two year old without meaning to.

Please tell me this is normal...

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