This is a painting that my baby sissy did when she was 17 or 18 -- it's a 3-year-old Yaunna and it sits above my desk, a constant reminder of how talented my sister is and how gorgeous my daughter is. Good genes in the generation below and the one from my soul ... where did I get looked over?
posted by JSY @ 10:59 PM
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Bad mother, I am, relying on the telly to babysit the offspring. Hey, walk a mile in my blistering shoes and then whine at me, would ya? Save the Dr. Spock lecture for the dinner and drinks you're gonna buy me while you dispell endless amounts of suitable parenting advice.
I gotta say, as much as I bitch and whine about the craziness in our lives, I have the MOST beautiful kids, all of them unique in their own cute, adorable, obnoxious, sinister (yes, SINISTER) ways ... and while my Girl teeters on the brink of adolescence where nothing I do will be right ever again, I still have the very recent memory of her playing 'school' with her dolls this past long weekend...I have a constant reminder of Brennan's burgeoning vocabulary and nonstop efforts to crack me up...and of course, my little Kendie-Q just provides the fuel that lights my heart lamp.
So now that the maudlin and mushy moment has passed, I wonder if I could use this shot of all three of them on eBay?
posted by JSY @ 10:57 PM
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So Big Brudder Blake was here for his annual spring break visit ... and of course, Brennie drove him MENTAL because he ADORES his Brudder Blake. So Spiderman talked Brudder into some Superman cross-training. Amazing how the big one with the big biceps was once my baby too...just yesterday was he running around in his eight -- yes, eight! -- pair of new Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle underwear on (he totally couldn't decide WHICH pair was the coolest so he opted for them all, a discovery that didn't dawn on me until Blake complained of his legs aching while we were traipsing about the zoo and -- uh -- YEAH! -- he had eight pair of underwear on, thereby cutting off the circulation to his legs!).
But that was then, this is now. And my biggest baby turns 15 in just two weeks. O Woe Is Me.
posted by JSY @ 10:06 PM
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So...we've all got them. Socks that collect on the dryer that don't have matches. Admit it. You send your kids to school with socks that don't match ALL the time. I'm not alone. And I'm gonna PROVE it. This spot on the arse of the web is intended to make you smile, maybe even laugh out loud, and if I'm REALLY good, maybe you will shoot that Starbucks out your nose onto the cubicle-hobbit next to you.
