I’m so cruel sometimes. Boy’s cuteness overtakes my better judgment and I force him to perform little tricks in exchange for a treat. I assure you, dear internet, I do give him a bit more respect than a zoo animal. I let him out of his cage TWICE a day!
Behold the cute):
And if you’re wondering where on Earth I got my awesome “Sunday pants”, well, they were the last pair. And afterward they burned the pattern, so you’re out of luck.
Girl is an art maniac. She’s always creating – on paper, in song, ways to ask for something she can’t have – that it makes me feel boring sometimes. Last week she decided to set up some of her toys as art subjects. Keep your adult eyes closed on this one and try and see how excited I am that her mind is working in this way. I will happily go bankrupt keeping her in art supplies.
The subject.
The interpretation.
I have many names. I’m a Wife, Sister, Friend, Tech Support, etc., but Mother is the one Girl is most familiar with. She has divided that name into many sub-categories dependent on her intention. There are even further divisions among the categories, differing in tone and inflection – all with separate meanings – but here is the general breakdown:
Regardless of what we call each other, I am Me, and she is Girl. And that’s just right.
No thoughtful, carefully constructed entry this week. All because I’ve been overhauling my computer. I royally screwed it up. If you think you can mess around with permissions and make everything better in Windows, you are sadly mistaken. Bill Gates pwned me.
My kernel (pun for nerds!) of knowledge to take away from all this? I think I might rely on my computer too much. Time to take a pottery class or something.
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