I know. I even have abandoned posts. A couple from two years ago, too.
Okay, so this post is a cheat. More to come, I promise. Non-cheat posts, that is. 😉
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Here’s my most “recent” post, titled “Grasping”
As spotted on a (most-likely Toyota) mini-van
The other day, I was packing up my gym bag, mindlessly throwing in clothes, until I had to search for a top to wear. I own maybe four “performance” tops, but it was a tee shirt day. (Tee shirt sweat stains are like a badge of honor for me – visible proof that I indeed, worked my ass off.) I grabbed my lavender Hello Kitty and as I was packing it into my bag, I had to wonder – am I getting too old for Hello Kitty tee shirts? Should this best be left to Peanut to sport this particular feline? I mean, I am well into my 30s, how much longer can I wear this tee shirt and not look ridiculous?
So, yes, I have been grasping on to my youth to counteract all the not-quite-coolness that comes with being a parent.
The Husband and I are now those people with a bike trailer (not for the cars, but the one that attaches to the bike to cart the kidlets).
(If you feel you’ve lost your cool-factor, you can purchase this sticker here.)
It was probably enough to end there, huh?
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The next abandoned post was written two years ago – Peanut was about 3 years old when this happened. This is titled, “As Relayed to Me”
A bit late posting this, but lately Peanut is getting a lot better about talking on the phone. Yes. Talking on the phone.
She also wears pink nail polish on her toes.
She’s become such the little girl – sigh.
On Labor Day, The Husband & Peanut took Lucie for a quick run at Glen Canyon. (I was at home prepping food for the potluck pool party we were headed to later…)
[To preface, Peanut left the house wearing her necklaces (mardi gras beads) and carrying her little pink purse (old cell phone and other accoutrements were inside)].
I imagine, in a rush to get Peanut to leave Glen Canyon, The Husband told her that they needed to leave because Mommy & Grandma were going to leave for the swimming pool without her. Mads then pulled out her “cell phone”, made The Husband carry the little pink purse (while holding Lucie on leash) and proceeded to “call” Mommy and Grandma.
Mads: Hi Mommy…mmm…yes. Wait for me for the swimming pool…Hi Grandma…yes…okay…wait for me…okay…bye.
She did this in front of everyone at the park – imagine a 3yo, talking on her “cell”, while her “butler” follows behind, holding the dog and the precious little pink purse. A riot!
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This last one was a book “review” when I was using Goodreads like a madwoman.
The World Treasury of Children’s Literature : Book 1 by Clifton Fadiman
My rating: 4 of 5 stars
Apparently, my mom had bought volumes 1 & 2 for me when I was younger. When word got out that we were expecting all my children’s books were all of a sudden at our house. I quickly shelved this one, not bothering to look through it. Mistake. I could have saved money knowing that a lot of children’s classics (or at least my faves growing up) have been reprinted in this handy collection: Curious George, Babar, Make Way for Ducklings, The Little House, A Kiss for Little Bear, even Goodnight Moon!