“When I think of my mom, I think of caffeine and music. You like caffeine, Mom, and you like music.”

“That is true. Those are probably my two favorite things.” This morning I was dancing around in the living room with “Hollaback Girl” on repeat and menacing Franny so she would eat all her eggs. “Eat your eggs.”

“I don’t want to eat my eggs,” Franny said.

“I know, but we stayed up late for that birthday party last night, and you need a superpower POW start.”

“I want cereal.”

“Cereal isn’t protein, yo.”

“My dad says it IS protein.” This made me laugh. Seattle Federline is probably tired of hearing the word protein over at his house.

“Your dad needs to stay in school and read some books about food,” I said.

Franny laughed. “I know, I told him he’s wrong. All he does is have classes about music. My dad needs to read some books.”

Franny ate some more eggs while I did the Robot. “You like caffeine, music, and hats!” she declared.

“I never wear hats!”

“But you like them,” she pressed.

“Yeah, okay,” I said. “Here’s your CINNAMON with BANANAS!”

“B-A-N-A-N-A-S!” we sang together.

Continue reading →

IT was going to be one of Rabbit’s busy days. As soon as he woke up he felt important, as if everything depended upon him. It was just the day for Organizing Something, or for Writing a Notice Signed Rabbit, or for Seeing What Everybody Else Thought About It. It was a perfect morning for hurrying round to Pooh, and saying, “Very well, then, I’ll tell Piglet,” and then going to Piglet, and saying, “Pooh thinks–but perhaps I’d better see Owl first.” It was a Captainish sort of day, when everybody
said, “Yes, Rabbit ” and “No, Rabbit,” and waited until he had
told them.

Today is…one of Those Days. For some reason, I thought it would be awesome and efficient if all three of us got our teeth cleaned on the same day. So I am picking up my companion from Giant Local Software Company and driving back to Seattle to take him to his. Then I have to pick up Franny from school and get a birthday present for a friend of hers. Then Franny and I have our dentist appointments, and then we’re all going to this birthday party. Then I have late evening plans with my sister, which will be a pleasure, but it will be one more thing, you know? I am trying to time travel back to where my head was at a month ago when I made these plans…oh, look, there it is. Firmly lodged up my ass.

Continue reading →

We had grand plans to stomp around downtown today and buy persimmons. Instead we are at home with a feverish Strudel who is on me like dried vomit is on Tara Reid’s party dress (read: frequently and tenaciously).

However, her will is good. And the empty 3-Star Vodka box behind her has nothing to do with her pinkness, so don’t even go there. It’s her toybox. Yeh, we gheetto.

Continue reading →

“Doot doot doo…. Hey! Are you guys awake? Look who’s awake! I need to get dressed. Yep, getting dressed now. How’s it going? How’s the baby?”

“Good….”

“Did you see the sunrise this morning? You should check the camera. I took pictures. It was beeeutiful!”

I watched as my companion disappeared around the corner as he left the bedroom, singing a song that sounded like it was about walking around a corner. I could still hear him in the living room. “Getting my bike out and GO-ing to wooork!”

I heard his helmet strap click as he joined the buckle. He stuck his helmeted head back in the door as I was finishing nursing the baby. “Do you want some COFFEE? I made coffee. It’s delicious. I love coffee!”

“Wow,” I said. “You made coffee? You never make….”

I trailed off as his head disappeared again, and he was back thirty seconds later with a steaming cup that he thrust into my hand. Strudel stopped nursing and sat up to get a better view of the entertainment unfolding in front of her. I could see her thoughts: Breakfast and a floor show. Cool.

“It’s freezing out there. Okay. Gotta go,” he said, giving me a kiss. He doot-dooted out the door, light as a feather. I hope he crashes gently.