TheMommyBlog

Thursday, November 13, 2003

You are glucose. People feed off of you. You are
sweet, caring, and a source of energy for
everyone around you. You can inspire others
with your creativity and depth, and you can
keep people alive when in times of famine.
People love you...or at least the way you
taste.


Which Biological Molecule Are You?
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Gee, makes me sound kind of pathetic, but if the shoe fits (being a mommy and all)…

via Len, Amber’s husband!

Wednesday, November 12, 2003

Don’t I wish...thanks to Daisy for the link! (And also for the amazing, made-the-rest-of-my-day, compliment. I have to write policies all day today, and am a little sick of reading my own writing.)


You are the playful pin-up!  Do you know how to be
serious?


What Type Of Retro Gal Are You?
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Sunday, November 09, 2003

The lizard thing wasn’t the only pleasant surprise this morning. Ever wondered how cherry slushies and popcorn looked like six hours later? Well, we don’t. Not anymore. We spent most of the day cleaning it off of the boys’ sheets, blankets, comforters and pillows. What’s that, you say? They both got sick in the night? Noooo, just Logan. But he had to slide through it to get off his bed, then he trotted over to Dylan’s bed, puuuuullled himself up over the edge, crawled up to the top, and slept there, with his red, slushy head on Dylan’s pillow, in his red, slushy underpants, for the rest of the night.

P.S. The boys loved Brother Bear, but maybe we’ll hold off on movie theater outings for a while.

Sunday, November 09, 2003

So this morning in bed, Logan snuggled up to me and said,

“Hey, your neck looks like a reptile’s!”

“What in the world are you talking about? Why a reptile??”

“Because it has lines.”

“Oh. Very nice.”

“And when you look down at me, it has folds just like a dinosaur.”

“Great. That’s very observant.”

Fuck.

Friday, November 07, 2003

You should have seen the look on Gil’s face when I told him that I had locked my keys in the car at work this afternoon. If I hadn’t pulled on the passenger door in frustration, I would never have realized that that particular lock didn’t catch! It would have been appallingly sad and pathetic if I had called him to come rescue me at the same time that he was dialing me to come give him a jump…