Please Try to Follow My Brain

I am going to tell you right from the start that today's post is going to be one of THE most wild goose chases I've ever sent you on as far as a thread goes. I have all these things I want to tell you and it's entirely possible they are in NO way related. But I'm Bekah, and I sure am going to try!

Earlier this week, Ryan and I met up with my/our friend Olivia. I was in Olivia's wedding a little over 3 years ago, and now she lives too far away to see very often. :( But she was in town and graciously offered to plant herself at Starbucks to meet up with anyone who wanted to see her.

Twist my arm.

Olivia is also now a mom to one of the cutest little girls on the planet, and she was there too! We've met her before, but it's been a while, so when we arrived, she gave us that wary I'm sorry...do I KNOW you??? stare.

But of course, she warmed up to Ryan in no time.

It was a combination of his charm and his possession of a book. She's a sucker for books.

So I tried my hand with the book thing...and it worked!!

The book I read with her had something to do with hippos. I didn't actually read the book because reading kids books really freaks me out.

It's the whole rhym-y mcrhymerson thing. I get this really weird voice and start to sound something like Flo from the Progressive commercials.

Who, by the way, I've been told I look and act like.

So while we read, I pretty much just pointed to the pictures of the hippos and said to her things like "Where's his eye?" I could sort of say that in a normal voice.

Hold that thought for one second. I'm coming back to it.

But before I leave our lovely evening at Starbucks, I feel compelled to show you this photo Ryan took. It's either a selfie that 2/3 of us were unaware we were in or a photobomb of a picture of us reading. Either way, it makes me laugh.

 And this is me with Olivia. I am so proud of the mom she is. She does a great job. I was so impressed with how she didn't wander off into the whole "who's a good wittle girl..." baby talk, but rather, just calmly addressed her daughter as a person and seems to be doing a remarkable job of intentional parenting. I knew she would. She's just good like that.

Okay. So now back to my weird baby reading voice.

I was freshly aware of my weird octave-higher Flo voice when...I had to not only use it, but preserve it.

One of our work girls, Dana, is having a baby, and last night was her baby shower at work. During the day at work, they brought around one of those recordable storybooks and wanted different staff members to take a turn recording a page.

A rhym-y mcrhymerson page.

So I shut the door to my office and pressed record...and sing-song-in-a-Flo-screech that little poem. I shut the book and declared myself done forever with children's books.

And then came the shower.

All the work ladies gathered round and they opened up that book and listened to every. single. page. All the on-air guys, with their deep, honed voices...and Lynne with her smooth delivery, and then {imagine this part two octaves higher} there was Bekah screeching out the poem in sing-songy rhyme.

So we've learned my next career is not to make children's audio books.

I HAVE, however, discovered what it might be. My next career, that is.

Do you know Penelope from Saturday Night Live? {To be fair, I do not actually WATCH Saturday night live, but someone told me about her and I found all the clips online and watched them. And laughed hysterically.}

My secret talent? I am Penelope. I can do the voice, the face, and even come up with my own versions of her material.

I realize of all the talents I could have in life, this is perhaps not the best one, but it is way better to witness than my poetic delivery of baby books.

Here's one of my faves. You should watch.

And thank you for following my brain. You may rest now.