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2008 October

Light Saber Optional

October 31, 2008

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Just what is he making? Recipe over at Work It, Mom!

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Dressing up is not required, though highly recommended. Just look how unhappy you will be without costume.

Posted by Chris @ 2:27 pm | 9 Comments  

Ham and Cheese Corn Muffins

October 16, 2008

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Recipe over at Work It, Mom!

Posted by Chris @ 11:06 am | 6 Comments  

Autumn Day

October 14, 2008

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Do you think they got the silly faces and poses out of the way now before the annual Christmas card photo? Yeah, me neither.

Remember the photo from last year?

It's that time of year

What about the year before? I ended up having to mail out TWO photos that year since I couldn’t get everyone to co-operate for a single photo.

Oh the horror of being forced to sit on a stool and smile.

Or the year before…

or all the way back to the year 2000…

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Yeah, not holding out much hope for this year either.

Posted by Chris @ 7:56 pm | 51 Comments  

Beautiful Girl

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I remember being a kid and sitting on the counter in my kitchen. For whatever reason it was always the best place to hang out and have a snack. Or to have phone conversations, because of course back then the telephone was attached to the wall by a long curly cord that I would wrap around my finger over and over again.

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Now my daughter has discovered sitting on the counter. She climbs up there to talk to me while I am cooking. She tells me stories about princesses in her animated way. And tells me about all the shoes she wants to buy. She is my daughter.

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She asks me questions about when I was a little girl. And I see the same look on her face that I used to have when my mother would talk about her childhood. It seemed so long ago. The photos were all so old looking pasted with black corners onto yellowing scrapbook pages. Friends that she had, that she no longer talked to. “But where are all those people now?” I wanted to know.

I see on my daughter’s face the same sort of disbelief that I could have ever been anything other than a grown-up. Anything other than what I am at this exact moment. A disbelief that the world itself could have existed without her in it.

A disbelief I share most days.

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Fried Green Tomatoes

October 9, 2008

This recipe makes me think of turning lemons into lemonade. Taking the green tomatoes that haven’t had time to turn red because OMG SUMMER IS OVER AND HOW DEPRESSING IS THAT and making them into something yummy.

Turning this:

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Into this:

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Over at Work It, Mom! today.

Posted by Chris @ 12:53 pm | 12 Comments  

Three Years Nine Months

October 2, 2008

Dear Miles,

Three years nine months is the age of crazy. Your personality resembles that of a schizophrenic crack head. One minute you are on the top of the world, the very next you are so upset that you have no choice but to scream and make sure that everyone in a two mile radius knows of your displeasure.

You have developed a really bad habit recently of standing in front of me whenever I am talking to someone, either in person or on the phone, and interrupting me as I talk. I have tried ignoring you, but you just up the ante and start smacking my stomach. If I ignore that you reach up and grab my boobs. That one is harder to ignore. Turns out being felt up by a three year old is really distracting for all involved.

So I have now begun sternly saying, “No” to you whenever you interrupt me. The first few times you looked at me like I was nuts. What is this word you are directing at me, woman? And you proceeded to headbutt my pelvic bone and have screaming hissy fits that were probably even worse that being molested by a three year old. I look like a very mean and inattentive mother now since you continually test me. But at least now you stop and wait patiently to say, “Mom, mom, mom” over and over again.

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You dress yourself now. I want to tell you this so that one day when you are grown and look back at photos of yourself you don’t go on and on about how your mother dressed you in crazy clothes. You did this to yourself. You pick out your own clothes and your latest obsession is to wear red baseball socks. With shorts.

If anyone asks you why you are wearing baseball socks you answer, “Because I am a BASEBALL guy. Duh.” I know I shouldn’t laugh when you say “Duuuuuuh.” I know that it is rude. But I can’t help it. It absolutely kills me every time.

The other night I was telling you to pick up your toys but you were more interested in watching the Misadventures of Flapjack on television.

So you said to me, “Why don’t you just shut-up!”

There was a collective gasp in the room from everyone but you.

“Miles, that is very rude. You do not tell Mommy to shut up. Do you understand? I was TALKING TO YOU”

And I swear to God, Miles, you looked at me and said, ” Well, why don’t you just SHUT UP!”

I ushered you off to a time out while giving your siblings the stink eye for laughing, though truth be told I was laughing on the inside. You sat in the corner crying and quietly saying over and over, “Well, just shut up!” As if the whole incident could have been avoided had I just stopped talking to you. Which I suppose is true.

You love to talk. And talk and talk. I am not sure what else to say about that other than my ears hurt.

Posted by Chris @ 10:02 pm | 69 Comments