Are explanations really necessary at this point? ‘Cause I’m fresh out.
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I Feel So Much Better Now
The rumor is that physicist Leon Lederman, who wrote a book about the Higgs Boson and other complicated stuff, had originally called the wee beastie a ‘goddamn particle,’ presumably out of frustration, but his publisher made him change it.
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Random Owl Moment
(sorry about the ad)
Show of hands: Who wants to pet that owl?
Another show of hands: Who wants to be that owl?
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Phone Call from Six Flags
Sunny: Hi, Mommy!
Me: Hi, lovey! What did you do today?
Sunny: We went shopping! I got a pink lifesaver.
Me: Your grandma let you buy candy?*
Sunny: No! It’s plastic and goes whoosh-whoosh!
Janie (in the background): Light saber!
Sunny: I mean, light saber. And a tee shirt with big letters on it!
Me: Really? What does your tee shirt say?
Sunny: I’m not sure—I can’t read yet, you know.
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Another Random Owl(s) Moment
The eyes have it. A lot of it.
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Hey, guess who’s being featured on Parent du Jour?
Here’s your chance to comment on my parenting philosophy and dubious skills in a more public arena.
(thanks to Wayne Pollard for recommending me!)
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Random The Owl Moment
“You’re doing owls today? Wait a second—I’ve got something.”
I present to you the third issue of Daredevil, courtesy of Watson, who paid $140 for a 12¢ comic that the dealer priced at $175.
Could I have asked for a cooler SIL? I think not.
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Just in case that Higgs Boson thing is still bugging you
And since you can’t have a Part One without a Part Two:
And now, if you don’t mind, I’m going to go celebrate the ability to not move by practicing that very thing.
Thanks, Higgs Boson!
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* Please for to notice the difference between grandmothers and mothers: when I was a kid, Mom would have been more likely to offer me rat poison than artificially colored/refinely sugared/nutritionally bereft anything. The only candies I was given were honey-sesame seed chews from the health food store—I liked them, but that’s beside the point. Come to think of it, my grandmothers did fill in my educational gaps with bulls-eye caramels and fine quality chocolates—which kind of proves my point . . . Maybe? I’ve lost track . . . do they sell bulls-eye caramels anymore?
Oh! I have a character named Owl in my new story. This has to be The Universe giving me the thumbs-up.
The candy debate cracks me up. My mother and I have the safety debate, in which I remind her that she used to cart us around town in a pink plastic bathtub without so much as a notion of a seat belt. Now it’s Safety First for her little grandcubs.
I’d say so, Averil! 🙂
And it’s a wonder any of us lived to adulthood—I remember riding in the front seat on top of the center armrest with no other restraint than my grandmother’s arm . . .
Yes, the differences between the grandmother and mother roles are substantial. Sometimes I want to leave my brood with mine for a few days just to show her what reality looks like. If only I didn’t love them so much, that’s exactly what I’d do.
It could be a learning experience for all involved, MSB.
It’s certainly been a learning experience having my MIL live with us—her spoiling and indulging instincts have been seriously reigned in by the experience . . . But they still appear once in a while, generally in opposition to whatever my husband and I have just said.
Sarah- a pleasure to have you on the site!
Love reflecting on how things have changed (and yet always stay the same). One of the best comments on it is this beautiful poem by Joe Weil: http://www.themotherhoodblog.com/2011/03/child-care-by-joe-weil.html?m=1
The questions were fun!
Nice poem!
Bullseye caramels are the bomb! (And yes, they still make them) Light sabers are awesomely more cool than life savers (I wonder why I thought of a giant inner tube instead of candy?)
Hooray! I’m going hunting for bullseyes!
Giant inner tubes are also plastic and go whoosh ,whoosh, so it was a logical assumption.