Monday, March 25, 2013

Bumpin With the Wall

I was nine years old and she was thirty one, much younger than I am now, and yet-- egad, she was my mom for goodness sakes!  She wanted something so outlandish, so awkward- she wanted to dance with me, and not just dance-- 

she wanted to do the bump

Shudder.  ugh. there's no way no how, not now not ever!  but my mom was fun and she was also young-- so she simply said, 

"fine, if you won't bump with me, I'll bump with the wall!" and she did .

I miss my mom.  Why is it after they go away, that's when you realize how amazing they were. Yes, she had flaws, but she always knew how to have a good time. As kids we miss out on the fact that parents are people too.  With dreams and likes, and even though they were busy fighting dragons in the world so we never had to,  they still sometimes imagine themselves in a Buzzby Birkly Musical when they are alone in the grocery store as they hop on the cart for a moment and push themselves off singing "The Sun'll Come Out Tomorrow"

or- they'll bump with the wall.

take courage my parental friends-- your children may grumble at times and miss out on the best parts of you at others-- but the gift you leave behind as long as you love them will be worth far more than any property.  For you will leave them a bit of yourself,  and that twinkle in their eye-- will be the memory of you.

My friend Sarah wrote "showed Pippa, The Wizard of Oz, for the first time yesterday. I pretty much cried through the whole movie.

Children: Why does it make you cry? Does it scare you?
Me: I cry because I LOVE IT SO MUCH!

no joke people."

Thursday, March 21, 2013

Have You No Impulse Control?

Of course not, Im a baby, idiot.

I stayed with a family member over the weekend and their children are gorgeous sweet and lovable moppets... mostly.  but there are times--

like when the fire hose won't wind properly on the firetruck all the four year old could do was stand in the front yard and shriek at the top of his lungs as if someone had cut of his arm and stir fried it and then fed it to him.

the mom who had been in another room came in and asked the father what was the story and he explained it in that tired voice that fathers get who have actually forgotten "oh yeah, one of my progeny's standing outside screaming at the top of his lungs--"

"In the front yard?" she replied.  "That's embarrassing..."

I was talking to another friend about her three year old and she said that most times he's such a love, and then there are times-- well she just had to remind herself that his frontal lobe was not developed yet so he lacked the ability to control those emotions.

Really? I said.  wow... so my pleas to children to act reasonable were not ignored, they actually had no capability of complying... hmmm...

My friend went on to say, yes, its in those times I remind myself of that fact, remember his adorable times and just figure I have to ride it out.



So my cousin was right.

Babies ARE tiny sociopaths.

for my friend who wrote

"So it's Bite, Scratch, and Scream Day? OK, then. If you need me, I'll be hiding under the desk."

Wednesday, March 20, 2013

Tu Tu Funny

There is a saying that punctuation is everything.  It makes the difference between calling someone to dinner or FOR dinner

Let's eat Grandma
Lets eat, Grandma

So when I saw this on FB, I was confused-- why wasn't the father in the picture?

Someone posted a picture of their daughter in a tutu but sent it to her father. The way it appeared on FB was this: "The only attire to wear while playing outside — with Jeff L." I only saw a picture of their daughter in a tutu and pink boots... but this is what image sprang to mind

silly FB,  for all those billions of dollars one things that Mr Z would take an English class...