"My parents are so weird"

I don't think I ever said my parents were weird growing up unless it was in fun. My Dad is a genius so, though he may have his silly moments, he does them with a stroke of genius which makes him just look cool. My mom definitely had her odd moments as well, but we were older and I think she fed off of my brother's oddities more than anything. Over all my family had fun and I was never embarrassed of my parents. I can honestly say that. I don't remember talking bad about my parents not one time. That being said, it is a common stereo type for kids to think their parents are weird.
Now, I have been known to be very odd. I can remember my mom, jovially, grabbing my head and yelling "Tiff! You are so weird!" But it was honest fun for me. My church friends were used to me and were just as weird as I was, but my Navy friends had never met some one like me. They enjoyed hanging out with me and my husband (prior Navy friend) always told me that it was my oddities that made him fall for me. (I guess he's the weird one.) And after living with Jason, I tend to wonder if he's weirder than I.
Well, I said all that to say that this morning Emma and I were playing around on the bed being goofy. She's only 17 months old so you would think it's safe to be weird around her. Well, she started asking for cheese which is her way of saying she's hungry so I picked her up and I started singing this song about cheese to her in a really weird manner. And she just stared at me like, "Wow, she is so weird." Her eyes were big and her eye brows raised and everything. I just started laughing hysterically realizing that my daughter isn't even talking properly yet and she is already realizing that her mother is weird.

Improvising

I was never really a believer in baby crates or baby proofing your house. I always thought you should be able to train your kids not to get into what you don't want them to get into. Recently, however, when Emma colored on my dining room chairs with a pen behind my back I decided that I will make an exception for the sake of my nice chairs and also for the fact that while I do my best to teach Emma to not draw on the chair, she has a nature of her own and there's always the possibility that she will. But what would I do to protect the chairs? That's when I remembered my new best friend, Cling Wrap. That stuff is really great. It's not your typical "as seen on tv" stuff. It really does cling to ANYTHING. So, now when the color crayons are out, I cling wrap my chair. This way I can still yell at her for coloring on the chair, but at least if she does color on it, it is protected.