MBS strikes again

I wrote a post awhile back talking about symptoms of MBS, or Mommy Brain Syndrome, and how every mom comes down with this at some point in their journey through motherhood (especially the sleep-deprived months). Well, it's hitting me again big time, and it just occurred to me that this is coinciding nicely with the downhill trend in restful sleep I've had over the last few weeks as the third trimester progresses....

Yesterday we were running out the back door of our house to grab a quick bite to eat before our small group. Guess I got some wires crossed in the ol' noggin again, because I quickly became puzzled by why our van suddenly started making a fairly repetitive honking sound as Bob was putting Jack in his carseat. Then I realized I was aiming the keyless entry remote for our van at the back of our house, hoping to lock the back door. Let's just say I wore my hair color proudly yesterday, folks.

At least it made for a good laugh. Now that I think about it, perhaps it's the next million dollar idea...wouldn't it be great to have keyless entry for the back door of your house too when you have groceries on one arm and a toddler on the other arm? I'm sure someone has already done it somewhere. Oh well.

A case of the Mommy Brain: Yogurt == Sour Cream

I'm fairly confident that most of us moms out there remember how pregnancy and the sleep deprivation that followed our baby's deliveries led us to shed at least half of our IQ points and become afflicted with the dreaded "Mommy Brain Syndrome".

The Mommy Brain Syndrome, or MBS for short, is just a fancy name for what I always called the "baby stupids" (hey, it's fun to take an adjective and try to make it a noun sometimes right?) Anyway, MBS most often presents with symptoms of memory loss, mismatched clothing (you and your children), poor vocabulary, etc. If you've ever come home and put your produce in the pantry and your cereal boxes in the refrigerator, then yes, you too have at some point battled this syndrome. Perhaps you're still struggling!

While MBS has littered my path to motherhood with all sorts of silly stories, one story in particular stands out in my mind. Bob's parents were in town last year to visit Jack, and my mother-in-law and I decided we were going to make her yummy spinach dip recipe for dinner. This spinach dip recipe uses about half a cup of sour cream, so we picked that up at the store as well as some other odds and ends, including yogurt for Jack.

I fed Jack some of his yogurt for a snack, and put the rest back in the refrigerator for another time. A few hours later, I started working on the spinach dip and pulled out the sour cream. I was pretty frustrated when I pulled the lid off of the sour cream and the safety seal had already been broken on it, plus it looked like some of the sour cream was already gone! I asked Cindy (my mother-in-law) if she had used some of it already, hoping that I wasn't going to have to run back to the store. Then the little light bulb went off: I had fed Jack the sour cream instead of his yogurt! That explained a lot about the reaction he had on his face when I gave him his first bite, but like the little trooper he is, he kept eating it anyway. Yuck!

In my defense, I will say that the Kroger brand 8 oz sour cream container is shaped very much like a yogurt container. The rest of it I totally blame on MBS. Cindy and I had a good long chuckle over that one.

What's your funniest Mommy Brain story?