1. As I am typing this, Franny is playing a clever joke on my Companion by hiding under his computer desk. I bet he’ll be surprised when he’s done feeding Strudel and comes downstairs.
“Mom, I’m hiding under P.’s computer chair,” Franny said.
“Okay.”
“Mom, tell P. you don’t know where I am. Say, ‘Where’s Franny, I don’t know where she is.”
“Okay. (Louder, up the stairs:) P., I’m supposed to tell you I don’t know where Franny is.”
“Okay,” Companion replied.
“Good job, Mom!” Franny said.
2. Early today we went out to the Kelsey Creek Farm in Bellevue to see the annual sheep-shearing event. We saw a sheep that did not want to hold still, and thrashed around, trying to get away. If you look at how sheep are shaped, it makes sense that they don’t want to be on their backs.
Franny patted a llama named Mercy.
I think that’s a great title for one of those corny Hallmark Hall of Fame movies.
“A redeeming, life-affirming story of one girl’s love for life and llamas.”
Anyway, we also saw some chicks and a wool-spinning demo, and a really naughty sheepdog who was super into menacing the sheep. Franny was really intrigued.
3. My sister came over yesterday and bleached my hair, and I dyed it this morning, so now it’s official: Spring is Here! Morgan did a great job and I got carded for the first time in two years at the store today. Do underage kids buy boring shit like viognier?
Morgan was oohing and ahhing over my “before” hair in the sun yesterday, amazed at how shiny it was. “Yes, and now I’m about to ruin it,” I said. It gave me pause, but I went ahead with it. I needed a change.
Companion got to sleep with a tawdry blonde ho last night. He was sad he was too sick to enjoy it. But I will walk around with one bra strap hanging out and a cigarette hanging off my lips any time he wants. I was raised right–I can cook bacon, smoke, and hold the baby all at once.
Hooray! Now I can delight small children again.
4. Strudel woke up early, so I had a little quiet time with her at 6:30.
And tonight I am making Grand Canyon Cake with chocolate frosting. I’ll let you know how that “pans” out. Whoa! I am lame today. Lame!
You know there’s, like, an automatic 10:1 ratio of “amount of time child spends being electronically displayed on the internet” to “time child will later spend in therapy”, right?
I’m just– you know –odds are good you’ll be paying for that therapist, so just ask yourself right now what kind of liability you’re willing to accept here.
No research on that could have possibly been conducted and completed yet. I’m going to take my chances.
What impressed me recently is that a bunch of people recognized Strudel on *someone else’s* website (Squid).
(About the above commentary: I think that people who put pictures of their kids and not themselves are asking for therapy bills, but I think a woman who’s willing to post a picture of herself with a mouthful of cheese popcorn is going to have kids who understand her intentions).
About the post: I’m so glad you did something intriguing with Franny. I hope so much for you all, and every story with her happy is a good one.
You went to see sheep shearing? I’m so envious… did they sell the wool? I’m running totally low on spinning supplies… although it’s nicer to wash raw stuff mid-summer when it’s hot enough to dry fast since it’s steeenky. Of course, rumor has it that it’s going to be in the 80s next week, so…
Wow. Did I mention I’m envious? I am. So. Envious. That sounds like fun. They always look so nekkid after they’ve been sheered…
M1 stood over my shoulder & asked “Who’s that?” I said “Strudel.” “Do you know her?” “No, but her mommy was in class at the same place I was, but we’ve never met [anticipating the next question].” “Oh. She’s cute.”
And so she is. :)
If you’re ever in southeastern Missouri, I know of a great sheep farm where I grew up, in case your family would ever want to be on a place where real live sheep live all the time.
I’ll bear that in mind should we ever find ourselves in southeastern Missouri! :) Which is unlikely, I admit, but one never knows…
I find myself in southeastern Missouri every day. One day I will find out how it happened. That will be a victorious day.
I want some of that cake so bad. I want any cake so I want that cake. But please describe, sounds intriguing.
Your hair was glorious in its untouched state and you make a fine tawdry blonde but I have to say for all the sad and insufficiently rad moms out here–Thank God someone is looking cool.
very sweet clip of you and strudel. and frannie is looking so grown up!
what IS grand canyon cake? i’m picturing a confection with a big trench in the middle, maybe a tiny river of frosting at the bottom?
yay for pink hair again!
Cute-ometer…broken….must…fix….before I…pass………. out.
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