Random Thursday: Random Parenthood

Random Thursday (ˈrandəm ˈTHərzdā):  the day on which Sarah plunks down all the odd bits and pieces she’s acquired during the week in an effort to avoid writing a real post, the assembly of which usually ends up taking twice as much time as actually sitting down and creating real content.

It’s been such a strange week . . .


Flappy the Bat

This may look to you like Rudolph the morning after an Egg Nog binge, but I’ve been told with great earnestness that this is a bat.

And not just any old bat, but a Cupcake Bat, because bugs and blood are icky and fruit is boring.

When he’s not perched on one of the lid knobs of our piano, he rides around on Sunny’s finger.

His name, she tells me, is Flappy.

Flappy the Cupcake Bat.

This may actually beat Itch the Inflatable Flea and the Bubbleguppy for sheer awesome weirdness.

Let’s have a vote!


Janie’s New Favorite Joke

Why can’t you hear a pterodactyl* go the the bathroom?


Because the P is silent.

Yes, we’re very proud.


And Most of Your Entourage is Jailbait

Rock Star Parenting


Who’s the Minion Now?

Sunny loves the Minion hat her Aunt Watson knitted her for Christmas and especially enjoys using it as a full head mask.  Unfortunately, it doesn’t have eye holes, so this hinders her a bit, especially when her mother is trying to get her to zip her coat.

“You can’t work your zipper with your hat pulled down, silly girl,” I said, pulling it up.  “Now try it again.”

I buttoned my own coat and heard a small voice say, “Mommy, my puller-thing is stuck.”

It was, so I fixed it, and, since I was already bent over, zipped it.  “There you go, sweetie,” I said, only to look up into the smirking eyes of the minion hat.

“See, Mommy?” said a gleeful, muffled voice.  “I can work a zipper with my hat pulled down!”

Sunny Hat


“It’s Your Kid, Rory!”

And finally, a mash-up for Lyra, who could probably use a bolstering giggle fit as she parents a small, tonsil-free child.

Plus, it actually fits the general theme, which is why it won (barely) over the montage of Lady Violet’s snarkiest lines. Maybe next week . . .


* And I quote:  “Mo-om!  It’s not a pterodactyl, it’s a pteranodon!  Sheesh!”