Mama Claws..

No, not Mama Claus (although I may resemble her right now - 13 more lbs to go!), Mama Claws.

That's what you grow after you become a mom. So, I have discovered anyways. It happens when you feel your new baby is threatened in any sort of way.

Case in point:
Stephen and I were at PF Chang's with some good friends of ours (Meg and Ben). Adler was chillin' in his car seat on the chair next to me. All the sudden, out of no where, a chop stick came flying through the air and landed on my plate - right next to Adler, making a loud crash in the restaurant as it landed on plates, glassware. I had no idea who threw the thing - but I knew it came from the table next to us. I turned and gave them the worst look I could possibly muster - it was probably a look that said "die and burn in h-e-double-hockey-sticks". Anyways, I soon realized it was a 3 year old at the table next to us who had thrown the chopstick - I think the parents were concerned for their child's life after my "death stare". I tried to recreate the look in a mirror at home later - trust me, it was pretty bad.

Case in point #2:
I was at the grocery store with Adler. I had his car seat on top of the grocery cart. I was in the freezer section and briefly stepped away from the cart to get something out of the freezer. A lady passing by accidentally bumped her cart into mine. Hearing the "collision" I whipped out my death stare at this poor woman and just said a sarcastic "WOW" and took off. (but what my "wow" really said was "wow, you must be the dumbest person on this earth..." or mabye something worse)

Case in point #3:
There are innocent victims to speak of as well. My poor sweet sister, Rylie, wanted me to teach her how to change Adler's diaper. She asked if she needed to cover his "wing-wang" to keep him from peeing (which, by the way, the answer is "yes"). I was quick to reply in a very irritated tone "Uh...can we PLEASE NOT call my son's penis a "wing-wang"? That is a name for dirty old men!" She was gracious enough not to be offended and just said "okay". Poor thing - thanks, Rylie, for your patience with your crazy big sis.

As you can see, I have problems. Pray for me. O, and if this happens to you, you can't say I didn't warn you...