Still alive, and coated in crumbs
I had a mentor once who taught me never to promise anything in print that I did not deliver immediately. For example, one should never write, “see you on the flip side, with photos!” because then one is obligated to actually arrive on the flip side, with photos, in presumably a prompt and timely manner.
Suckas! All my pictures are still sitting on the memory card, which is lodged comfortably in the camera, which is somewhere in the living room. I have promised something, Supa Readers, and this is the part where I hang my head in shame because I have been too busy baking strawberry shortcakes and sweeping the floor to upload them.
Tangent: I told Owen we were having strawberry shortcakes for dessert the other day and he was all, say what? Are we going to brush their hair? How do you eat a doll? And I realized it was because we were playing with the actual early-80s dolls at Pirate Grandma’s* house over the weekend. I had to explain the concept of the dessert, and he still didn’t like it anyway, so nyah nyah more for me.
De-tangent. So. While I bustle about doing momly things and keeping the house in order and disciplining my children (gently, but firmly enough to get them to stop having Nazgul shrieking battles in the kitchen), you will have to wait. I will deliver, and I have video, some of which is going to make you reach for the cotton wadding to stuff in your ears but is still cute, and you will be glad you have learned the sweet art of patience.
That, or you’ll delete me from your feedreader because I suck at updating these days. Either way. It’s cool.
*He actually calls my mother-in-law Pirate Grandma, as an honorific, the full title. Not because she’s swashbuckling, but because she always sets out the world’s coolest pirate ship play set when we come to visit, and as such has earned Owen’s lifelong devotion and highest esteem.
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This is where I’m dim-witted, because I would think “see ya on the flip side with photos” is virtually the same thing as Mr. Rogers telling his young, time-telling deficient audiences “see you next time.”
nebulous enough to mean tomorrow same time or oh, I don’t know maybe before you leave for college.
My kids constantly ask my mother-in-law for money. As much as I wish she’d entertain with toys, as least she delivers the loot when they ask.
Looking forward to the pictures!
Wow. They should teach that in Grandparent Classes. No more socks. No more sweaters. Kids like pirates. And dinosaurs.
I think Pirate Grandma is way better than Drunk Grandma. Which is all we hear these days. “When’s drunk Grandma comin over again?” “Mom, we like Drunk Grandma, she’s so much fun.”