Saturday, June 25, 2016

Dear Bora,
Clearly your kids have inherited our impeccable comedic timing. Deliver the (totally ridiculous) line deadpan and walk away. That's our style, right?  Like how I told everyone that I wore 2 watches because one was set to New York time or how you told everyone that the stock photo of an Asian kid in your wallet was your son.  We just like to say crazy things to get a reaction.  I'm pretty sure it's on our family crest. 
 Something else K has inherited from me is her inability to understand song lyrics. Not that it stops her from singing them (incorrectly) ad nauseum. Take her latest favorite song, "All About That Bass.". She only sings one line and it goes like this:
I'm all about that bass, bout that bass no shovel. 
Or maybe it's not something she inherited from me at all. Could it be her father's love of Weird Al and that she's actually attempting to make up a parody?  That's a way better story, so I think that's what I'm going to tell people from now on. With a straight face. And then walk away. 
Love,
Kate
Dear Kate,

I was so proud of myself for posting here so regularly over the last 6 months or so.  That may not seem like much of an accomplishment to a blogger of your status ("Micro-blogging since 2008!") but for me as an habitual "restarter" ("Sixteen different blogs started and stopped since 2008!) it was a big deal.

I wish work didn't get in the way of my otherwise hilarious life.  My kids are pretty awesome, I'm just sayin'.  Even the preschool/ daycare thinks my kids are the best.  The teacher told me just the other day that she loves talking to C because you just never know what he's going to say.  Apparently one of the first conversations she had with him went something like this:

Teacher: C, what happened to your tooth? (he's missing a front tooth from a bathtub accident, remember?)
C: It's gone.
Teacher: I see that.  How did that happen?
C: One day it just flew away...

I wish he'd said that when the pediatrician asked but instead he went with the equally made-up, "My mommy threw me."

See? Hilarious life,
(well, only because CPS wasn't called...)
Bora.


Thursday, June 9, 2016

Dear Kate,

I recently discovered that C knows all the planets in our solar system - except Pluto, presumably because it wasn't in the app from which he learned. I casually mentioned Pluto today when he was pretending to be jumping from planet to planet and he burst out laughing. "Pluto's not a planet, Mom! Pluto is a dog in Mickey Mouse world!"

Duh,
Bora

Friday, June 3, 2016

Dear Kate,

Remember when I used to talk about running away to join the circus?  I still want to do that.  My family would most likely be allowed to run away with me - check back on the particular day.

Love,
Bora.

Wednesday, June 1, 2016

Dear Bora,
I'm sorry to hear you are stressed. Remember in high school when we would eat almost an entire 9x13 pan worth of brownie batter?  (I say that like it was a one time occurrence, when I'm sure everyone knows better). It might actually be a good thing we don't live next door to each other. I would probably weigh 300 lbs and be in the hospital with my fifth bout of salmonella. Sounds like C is taking on my cookie-pushing wing-man role though. K also knows how to trigger my sweet tooth with things like, "we've been good Mommy, so we can have a treat tonight, right?" Ugh. How can you say no to that?
Your pre-diabetic sister,
Kate
Dear Kate,

Here is my conversation with C on the way to school this morning:

C: Mom, can we make cookies tonight?
Me: Um, maybe.  We'll have to see.  We might have some other things to get done.
C: Ok.  (pause)  We can make cookies when you're stressed.

Yep, this kid gets me.

If you couldn't guess from the lack of a post here, I'm sure this conversation snippet makes it quite clear just how well I'm doing these days.

I am pro-desserts-when-stressed,
Bora