Introducing…
PJ’s favorite doll of the week.
She named her Snow White.
Donut man
The boys and I were running errands today and we had about 20 minutes before we had to go pick-up PJ from school. So what best to do with 20 minutes? Yup, get donuts.
We walked into this old fashioned donut shop, were the coffee is a quarter and the donuts are 45 cents. The boys decided on long johns with sprinkles and I decided on coffee.
Me: We’ll take two long johns with sprinkles, two waters and a small coffee, please.
Donut man: (looking at CT) Are you sure you don’t want a soda pop or some juice?
Me: He’s fine, he’ll have water.
CT’s eyes begin to dart between me and donut man.
Donut man: (still looking at CT) Are you sure? I’ll give you a Sprite for free. Go ahead, take one.
CT continues looking at him, then me, then him, shaking his head and not sure what to do, all the while trying to hide the fact that he can hardly contain himself at the thought of a FREE soda pop, but knowing inside that Mama would not allow this kind of renegade beverage drinking, especially with donuts.
Me: Thank you, but the water will do.
Donut man hands us our order and we sit down. I then asked CT why he decided not to take the Sprit. His response, “I didn’t want to have too much sugar.”
Score one for mom and imparting good nutritional information to her children.
Two minutes later…donut man walks by and drops a bag of donut holes on the table for the two poor boys whose mother wasn’t nice enough to buy them a drink.
And donut man wins…with a Hail Mary pass from the back of the counter in the last fleeting moments of the game.
Damn you donut man.
Filed under Uncategorized | Comment (0)Who’s there?
As I was driving to playgroup this morning, I saw a billboard for a major sale over the weekend of June 16, 17 & 18. Then nervous panic set in because I realized that’s the weekend of my first triathlon.
And then my stomach started swirling and I started wondering if I could actually attain my goal of a top three finish in my age group.
Then my mind went on to the marathon that I just signed up for. And I got nervous all over again. Because of course, I don’t just want to finish my first attempt at running a marathon; I actually want to try to qualify for Boston.
Then the little negative voice in my head told me my goals were too lofty and asked me who I thought I was thinking that these things could ever become a reality. And for a moment, I agreed.
Then we pulled up to my friend’s house, I put the car in park and I told that little voice that I am going to prove him wrong and that while were at it, he’s no longer welcome in my head.
Filed under races | Comment (0)Princess P turns FOUR
Dear PJ,
The following is an email I sent to your dad four years ago today.
May 2, 2002 10:10 am
Adam,
FYI…I am still contracting. They are about 7 minutes apart. The shower slowed things down a bit. I am trying to pack-up just in case. I can still talk through them but breathing heavy. Sara (the backyard neighbor and doula) is on alert and so is your mom. I’ll keep you posted. Be ready to bolt, you may need to. I love you…what a beautiful day to have a baby.
Love,
M
Four years ago today, just like today, it is beautiful out. The sun was shining, the crab-apple trees were in full bloom and you couldn’t wait to make your entrance. Two hours after I sent that email, you were here.
You, my little sweet P, are something else. You are able to conjure up more white hot rage in me than any of the other kids, yet at moments when you find are right, you love deeper and softer than anyone I know. You are filled with spunk and hootzpa and sass, and for that alone I will and do enjoy watching you navigate the world.
You like what you like. You hate what you hate. You will give things a try. You are strong in will and spirit. You are intelligent. You are filled with curiosity. You are lacking in patience. You love to color with thin markers. You still love pink. You love to swing. You love the crab-apple tree that blooms in your name, on your birthday, every year.
We love you, I love you…my sweet n’ strong little girl.
Happy 4th Birthday!
Love,
Mom