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<?xml-stylesheet type="text/xsl" media="screen" href="/~d/styles/atom10full.xsl"?><?xml-stylesheet type="text/css" media="screen" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~d/styles/itemcontent.css"?><feed xmlns="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearch/1.1/" xmlns:blogger="http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0" xmlns:feedburner="http://rssnamespace.org/feedburner/ext/1.0" gd:etag="W/&quot;DU8GQ3Y7cSp7ImA9WhJUFkk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2543825685975070933</id><updated>2012-09-14T11:37:02.809-07:00</updated><title>Things We Cannot Always Voice....But Now I Will</title><subtitle type="html" /><link rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://whatwethinkyetnevervoice.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://whatwethinkyetnevervoice.blogspot.com/" /><author><name>Emily A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16420730503157136457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HYfzaOKhKLk/UDVyhTSOJEI/AAAAAAAAALc/yhRFVeCJj9o/s220/C360_2012-06-28%2B20-39-27.jpg" /></author><generator version="7.00" uri="http://www.blogger.com">Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>3</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/ThingsWeCannotAlwaysVoicebutNowIWill" /><feedburner:info uri="thingswecannotalwaysvoicebutnowiwill" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUEFQnw7fip7ImA9WhJVEUU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2543825685975070933.post-8044252505698750674</id><published>2012-08-28T14:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-08-28T14:00:13.206-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-08-28T14:00:13.206-07:00</app:edited><title>My Son Says His Pizza Has Eyes! </title><content type="html">Many children are picky eaters but what does it mean when a child begins to fear the food? I have tried many things with my son because he is extremely picky with food. If it is slightly burnt, he refuses to eat it; if the cheese on a pizza is melted off the slice, he will gag and refuse to eat. I've often wondered if his wild imagination is taking over and causing this. Recently, I've discovered my thoughts were correct.&lt;br /&gt;
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I know very few things my son will eat so one day he actually asked for pizza. I thought wonderful, I ordered Papa John's in my haste before he could change his mind. Pizza was delivered quickly and upon the second slice, my son yelped as if something was attacking him, he dropped his pizza and ran away.&lt;br /&gt;
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Me: What happened? Are you okay? (I inspect the pizza as if it had anything in it)&lt;br /&gt;
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Seth (my son): It has eyes, mommy. It was looking at me! ( He runs from me with the slice of pizza in my hand)&lt;br /&gt;
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Me: What?! The pizza does not have eyes, don't be silly.&lt;br /&gt;
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Seth: (Pointing to 2 burnt bubbled pieces of cheese turns back to me) Right there, mommy...AHHHH it's looking at me.&lt;br /&gt;
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If anyone is an agent, please I beg of you come meet my little Emmy award winner. I have no idea what my son thinks of, I would love to be some type of psychic or scientist that can delve into his mind and see the vivid things he does. I think it would probably be what a person on LSD or acid must feel, seriously. He also had the same issue with oatmeal and he loves oatmeal but apparently the fear of lumps made him think of some type of monster with bubbly eyes. I just can't seem to get past his fear of food coming alive to attack him.&lt;br /&gt;
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If anyone has similar stories, please comment below! Hope this made you laugh especially those little moments when our lovely children test our patience.&lt;br /&gt;
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*Hugs &amp;amp; Kisses*&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ThingsWeCannotAlwaysVoicebutNowIWill/~4/bLX2Y692Smc" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://whatwethinkyetnevervoice.blogspot.com/feeds/8044252505698750674/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://whatwethinkyetnevervoice.blogspot.com/2012/08/my-son-says-his-pizza-has-eyes.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2543825685975070933/posts/default/8044252505698750674?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2543825685975070933/posts/default/8044252505698750674?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ThingsWeCannotAlwaysVoicebutNowIWill/~3/bLX2Y692Smc/my-son-says-his-pizza-has-eyes.html" title="My Son Says His Pizza Has Eyes! " /><author><name>Emily A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16420730503157136457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HYfzaOKhKLk/UDVyhTSOJEI/AAAAAAAAALc/yhRFVeCJj9o/s220/C360_2012-06-28%2B20-39-27.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://whatwethinkyetnevervoice.blogspot.com/2012/08/my-son-says-his-pizza-has-eyes.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0IERH04fyp7ImA9WhJWF0s.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2543825685975070933.post-1773205043294417034</id><published>2012-08-23T12:51:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2012-08-23T17:51:45.337-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-08-23T17:51:45.337-07:00</app:edited><title>When your in-laws speak another language than you do!</title><content type="html">&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;As a born American, my first language is English and as you should know, my family is Hispanic, Puerto Rican to be specific so naturally my family speaks no Spanish, HA! Yes, I typed that correctly, we are what I like to call "Bootlegged Ricans" since many of us either speak no Spanish or only Spanglish. The many conversations I've held over the years with my grandparents (who are the only members in my family who spoke Spanish) went like this: Grandmother: "Hola, mi amor, como estas?" Me: "Hey, grandma, I'm good and u?" She always responded with a smile never knowing what to say but I knew she loved me...somehow. My grandfather on the other hand was a little different, I remember when I was younger he always had an odd way of asking for a hug or a kiss because he was a chef (and I know this now but when I was younger I really thought he was a very odd old man). Grandfather: "Hola, flacita, ven aqui y gib me kiss wit gawlic." Me (as a child): "No, I forgot my kisses at home" as I'd squirm to hide behind my mother. He really is a sweet man but I never understood his food humor.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Nowadays, not speaking Spanish is very difficult. I used to get away with it living in Philadelphia but residing in New York is like a whole different "Must Speak Spanish" country. My in laws for example speak mostly Spanish. I say mostly because my father in law speaks English pretty well but my mother in law knows almost no English so conversations with her are hilarious. It becomes like a mime act, showing things with actions or playing it out and not speaking so we know what each other is talking about. It seriously needs to be Youtubed.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;On the other hand, having her around my son is great so he learns now rather than later in life and ends up as lost as I am in a full fledged Spanish conversation when all I can say is "Si" and smile when I notice others doing the same thing so I realize it was a funny story they just told. As I stated before, I used to get away with it. Sometimes I have to act as if I know what my father in law says as well and he knows to speak English but sometimes all the words get jumbled together so fast that it becomes one word and I'm lost. A conversation with him may go like this, Father in law: "JudonvorryIeatreadyafuerajucookforjuychichi" as I hear this it takes at least a few minutes for my brain to separate the words he just threw at me to understand that he just told me he ate outside and it's alright to cook for just my son and myself.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;When you become accustomed to the way a person talks nonstop, your brain literally analyzes the words so that you can comprehend what the conversation is about. The brain is a beautiful thing, really and truly is! Even if the man speaks English, it's still a different language than what I speak but I assume something close to slang.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Hope everyone has a lovely and hilarious day! Remember to laugh at the silly things and hold those moments close to you when you are down so you'll always have a reason to smile!&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;*Hugs &amp;amp; Kisses* &lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;I have recently found myself in an awkward position because I had to leave my apartment and move in with my mother in law (my hubby, my son and myself). First and foremost, I will not say it's been a breeze but it has been a blessing because as everyone says " It could be worse!". I'd like to say to those people who want to judge and jump down everyone's throat because they're bored with their lives, I am grateful that I am not homeless but if you want to judge others let me tell you this you never know what's put someone where they are today. You never know what people are thinking let alone feeling when they are put into situations they cannot control. On that note, I find my in-laws hilarious at the same time annoying.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;When your father in law tells you everyday, "Don't vorry bout it, ju get ju place when ju can...ju no bodder me" your response always wants to be..(or my response anyway) "Well ju bodder me vit jur loud talking". Trust me, I appreciate the thought behind the saying but almost everything he says should be in a sitcom.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;He once asked me if I believed in the devil, my response (with a chuckle) was Why? He says, "There is no god and there is no devil, if there is I'm the devil" As he was stating his epiphany, I was thinking "You're a crazy man who is off his meds, that has to be the God's honest truth". At this same time, my son happened to be watching the movie Astro Boy and my father in law notices a hologram in the film and says that's what he believes in. So, you mean to tell me there is no greater power in his life than a hologram?! Say What?! You know when a dog doesn't seem to understand where a noise is coming from and tilts his head, that was my expression when my oh so lovely father in law told me his epiphany.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Pure craziness! So, you see I am currently in an uncomfortable situation but I'm able to laugh at the craziness of older folks. I'm also learning where my son's wild imagination comes from...his father's side!&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Please feel free to comment and if you are in a tight situation or have had a bad week turn into a bad month or a bad month turn to a bad year, I really hope I can make you smile. I hope that you too can find light in every situation. *Hugs &amp;amp; Kisses*&lt;/p&gt;
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