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Random PostsMarch 18, 2011
While I was pregnant I sometimes joked my son will probably be a chess playing genius that will outgrow me by his fifth birthday. Not that I have some mad aspirations for my offspring; mainly to be happy, healthy and kind. I just wanted to be able to bond with him. Somehow I figured if [...]
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9 out of 10 women will choose a man with a sense of humor over a man with good looks, the recent study reveled.
I picked up Little J from preschool and he seemed a tad under the weather.
Little J: Mommy I need you to cheer me up.
Me: OK, what do you have in mind?
Little J: How about we drive down to Seattle, have some sushi and stop by the Lego store?
Me: Hmmm. How about I tell you a joke instead?
Little J: We are not going shopping right?
Little J: OK, let’s see if jokes work.
We stopped by to gas up the car and decided to go through the car wash. My two fool proof jokes did not do the trick so I quickly googled ‘kid friendly jokes’ and fired top 30 one after another. I must admit there were some great ones that even made me laugh. Like: what did zero say to an eight? Nice belt!
Little J and I took turns and he was countering every joke I delivered with one he made up on the fly. I am his mother and you know I love him more then the universe but boy oh boy. The kid cannot tell a joke to save his life.
Me: Why did the chicken cross the playground? To get to the other slide.
Little J: What did the zebra use to cross the road?
Me: ( sounds promising…) What?
Little J: A stick and a car.
Me: Hmmmmm… I don’t get it.
Little J: To balance across the stick and use the car to get to the other side.
For the record: my son is very, very witty. But jokes are not his thing. Luckily he is handsome. Let’s hope all those women were being polite when they said funny wins over good looking…
On Monday I made waffles for breakfast and my husband text me he took my minivan because his car wouldn’t start.
Then by dinner time we became famous.
Alice wrote a lovely article on her website My Modern Met about Instagram photos I post of my boys. Then Design Taxi picked up the story. After that my husband’s car was towed to a garage. By Tuesday morning we were featured on Buzzfeed and the spring soccer season started.
As you can imagine our lives have changed tremendously. I can hardly keep up with responding to requests about press releases and Little J had to cope with cereal for breakfast two days in a row now. At the drive through my barista was so excited that she saw my name on MSN this morning when she signed in to check her emails, she could not stop talking about it and forgot to pour my usual pack of sugar in the raw into the latte. And you all know how long it took for her to finally get my daily lattes right ( tall soy latte with one sugar in my own cup-in case you were wondering )…
The best part about all this newfound fame is the amazing response I have been receiving from everyone. From lovely comments on the articles to wonderful emails that have filled up my inbox people from all over have been saying that my photos made them smile and think about the good in life, about their pets, relationship with their children and taking photos to celebrate it all. Surprisingly nobody mentioned garage doors, but I would like to take this opportunity to thank ours for being the perfect background for my pictures.
This morning I was reading a heartwarming email from a fellow newfoundland owner and I got all teary. I grabbed Bengay cream from the drawer instead of toothpaste and put it on my toothbrush. Please don’t try this at home. It was the most uncomfortable 7 seconds of my life. As you can see all this exposure is overwhelming. In the best possible way of course, but it is a big deal and demands a lot of attention and work. I am in the middle of editing three photo sessions and struggling to decide which black running tights to wear for my first 5k this Saturday. Not to mention Little J’s dentist appointment, soccer practice and checkers tournament he is hosting. Also my husband’s car is still in the shop.
So to all new friends: welcome. This is my good life. It is just like everyone else’s except I like to take a lot of pictures of it. To all my old and dear friends I promise you this instant fame has not changed me one bit and once I restock my pantry with chocolate and respond to all my emails I will be back to my regular scheduling. And to all the media who featured us, thank you. I knew all along that people like happy news. And we love being happy.
As for the boys, they have no idea what is going on. They just keep indulging me in my quest to document our good life.
As a mother one must never pass up an opportunity to teach a child.
Little J and I hike nearly every day. Possibly due to fresh air supply to my brain or coffee that I drink on the way to state parks, my best thinking occurs in the wild. Which works out great because my lovely son has infinite amount of questions that multiply as he walks in nature. I tend to fire the answers pretty fast and well, rarely faking them or using google ( mostly because the signal in the woods is too poor to use the internet.)
Then there are rare occasions where I remember something I learned in school or from my grandfather with enough detail that I can make an educated lesson on the fly. Like the one about the age of trees. I recently enjoyed explaining to Little J the art of telling the past simply by looking at the cross-section of the fallen or cut down tree. As I am sure you all know, every year tree’s growth records a ring. As we count those we can tell how old the tree was. Scientist can also tell by the size of the ring about climate changes, fires, volcanic events, insect infestation, if Lindsey Lohan was arrested that year… To be really fancy I even consulted my assistant aka iPhone and taught my son the study of tree rings is called dendrochronology.
So we counted some rings, practiced math, had an interactive lesson in biology and a physical activity all in one. Pass on the mommy award!
Yesterday morning Little J crawls into my bed. The sun is shining on our faces and he is looking at me lovingly.
Little J: Mommy if you were a tree you would be two years old.
Me: That’s sweet. Why two?
Little J: You have two big lines on your forehead.
Next lesson: chemistry. How to mix up Botox.