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Last night I stumbled upon this guy.
He’s what you would get if Eminem and Drake made sweet love in a time machine and had a baby in the nineteen fifties. You’re intrigued, aren’t you. That’s right. He’s a white rapper that drops beats over doo-wop songs. I think I’m in love.
Check him out. You can download his Endless Summer album for free on his website!
This was a $5.00 chocolate bar. I’m sorry, I meant raw cacao bar. It would be silly to pay so much for a mere chocolate bar.
It was the price that seduced me. Wow! I thought, Five bucks for a chocolate bar – it must taste amazing!
*sigh*
This raw cacao bar tasted as if it were the result of a drunken one night stand between a regular chocolate bar and a Crayola crayon. Save your money people! If you’re going to eat chocolate, don’t try to be uppity about it. Just eat a damn Wonka bar instead.
Karis is at a time in her life where she is growing and changing daily. Some days are good days, some days are not-so-good days, but every day is an adventure!
I love reading, and I love books. Now that Karis can read, I am thrilled to see her love of books grow exponentially. Sure, she’s always loved to be read to, but being able to read things for herself has given her a new passion for books.
Sometimes I’m slow to catch on to things, but I eventually manage to put two and two together. This morning I realized that Karis has a favorite author! Her first favorite author!! (*cough* besides ME, of course!)
She has been going on and on about the Don’t Let The Pigeon… books. I know of these books. I love them too. I’ve read them to countless children. When she got a book for her birthday called We Are In A Book! She went nuts over it. We read it several times a day. She does funny voices and really gets in to the telling of the story. The writing style seemed familiar to me, but I didn’t realize it was by the same author until I went to order some more Elephant and Piggie books for her birthday.
So, it’s official. Karis has a favorite author. Mo Willems.
If you have a young person in your house, I highly recommend checking out some of his work.
I went to a Mother’s Day tea at Karis’s school today. The kids had been working hard for the past few weeks making special cards, and flowers, and love boxes for the big day.
They sang us a beautiful song, and recited a poem. I tried to get video footage of Karis, but true to form, she hid behind the kid sitting next to her. At one point she managed to wedge herself completely behind the other kid. She may have a future with Cirque Du Soleil. I don’t think I’m going to bring my camera to her next recital. Maybe if she’s not being recorded she’ll feel more comfortable and wont hide.
My favorite part of the tea was reading what Karis had written about me:
I’m strongly considering changing the spelling of my name to Keristey. With the exception of my weight, she nailed it! (I’m a tad heavier than 50 pounds, but I carry it well, so I can see how she would have come to that number.) She even got my height right.
For those of you that don’t read fluent kindergartener, this says, “My mom works on her computer and eats left-overs. When she is working, she writes a story.”
I love this! While it would seem to the casual observer that I am a micro-waving work-a-holic, I am thrilled that my daughter considers me an author.
The other moms had equally wonderful schedules – one of them “sleeps all day”, another “stays in the shower all day, then drinks coffee”, but my favorite was the mom who “drinks all day”. I was in good company!
I count my blessings every day, but on days like today, I count my little monkeys twice!
Brecken: “Mom, what’s the name of this song?”
Me: “Someone Saved My Life Tonight by Elton John.”
Brecken: “Oh. Who saved his life?”
Me: “I don’t know. He just says ‘someone’.”
Brecken: “Maybe it was Batman!”
A few weeks ago Karis officially learned how to ride a bike! Here is a quick video clip as proof. Please enjoy it, and for God’s sake please look at Brecken’s finger! (You’ll understand the reference once you’ve watched the clip.)
She has since mastered the bike – even managing to get it going all by herself. That means somebody is getting a BLUE (She insists) bike for her birthday!
Did I mention that she reads fluently now too? Yeah. It’s time I change my computer wallpaper. It’s currently this:
As if all of that wasn’t enough, her bottom right front tooth has a distinct wiggle. I had assumed she’d lose her first tooth in the first grade because kindergarten is almost over, and she goes to year round school. Now it looks like she’ll be joining her peers in toothlessness sooner rather than later. She is thrilled.
I am numb.
Who gave her permission to grow up?
When I started writing my blog a few years ago, I never imagined all the wonderful, amazing people I would meet through it. People – mostly moms – from all over the world. Regular readers know of my love for Claudia, my shared passion for S’mores with Tara, and my special bond with Wupppy in Narnia to name a few. My husband doesn’t quite understand these friendships that span the world through an internet connection, but to me, they are just as important and real as my friendships with people I physically see all the time.
Yesterday I found a little white box on my door step. The return address made me smile from ear to ear. It was a package from Narnia! (Technically The Netherlands – but I know so little about The Netherlands that it may as well be Narnia. I know they like to ride bikes there. And if you put a gun to my head and made me guess, I would say they speak Dutch? I’m not sure. Whatever language it is, it is *not* phonetic in so much as my brain can’t make heads or tails of it.)
I knew immediately what the box contained. I knew I would find a bunny inside.
Wupppy had read this post and wasted no time in sending a bunny my way.
If you’ve been a Primamomma reader for a long time, you may already know the significance of the bunny. For those of you that need to catch up, the bunny saga can be found
Damn. I never realized how many posts we wrote about those bunnies!
Thank you Wupppy! She’s darling! Not gonna lie – I cried when I opened the box. (I never would have guessed I’d be a bunny recipient – and I mean that both the sad way and the good way.)
What you put out into the world you get back ten fold. No, I’m not necessarily talking about bunnies per se, though that’s literally what happened in this case. I’m talking about love, and well wishes and good thoughts. My new bunny is a very welcome addition to my family. I will smile every time I look at her, and know that I have family in The Netherlands.
We did a little photo shoot over spring break. Baby Nathan was more than happy to model for me. He especially enjoyed being naked on the fluffy faux fur. (Yeah! Alliteration!)
I have too many favorites to only show you a few, so here are a ton of photos from the shoot:
How well do you know yourself?
I find that as I get older, I get…hmm. What’s the word I’m looking for? Let’s just say that as I get older I find myself less inclined to seek out adventure. Yeah, yeah, I know what you’re thinking. Last year I jumped out of a freakin’ airplane. But parachuting drops aside, in the last few years I’ve started to notice myself becoming a little skittish over things that never used to bother me.
Examples of ridiculous things that never used to bother me, but now do:
*Driving over really high overpasses on the freeway.
*Those glass half-walls on the second floor of the mall.
*Swinging on a swing set.
Those may not seem like big deals to you, and if you had told me ten years ago that they would give me bouts of vertigo I would have laughed in your face and called you old, but now-a-days they really freak me out.
I should have remembered my new found sense of terror over heights before volunteering to take Karis on the giant ferris wheel at the Spectrum. I remembered about thirty seconds in to the ride. I captured my enjoyment of the ride on my iphone.
Well, it happened, Internet. It was almost two years in the making, but it finally happened. I finally met my birthday twin! IN PERSON! And she didn’t murder me – nor I her, even though we didn’t meet in a public place!
I met Claudia online through a mutual love of all things Steammeupkid. Our friendship blossomed quickly due to ridiculous amounts of things in common – not the least of which being sharing a birthday, having kids the same ages, and the uncanny ability to wear awkward like a designer perfume.
Claudia’s wit and charm come across beautifully in her writing of blog posts (She writes a blog which I will not link to because it’s anonymous and if you discovered her secret identity she would have to put a hit out on you. You’re welcome.) and private email alike. I know that whenever I find myself in the middle of one of my many awkward situations, Claudia will know exactly what I was feeling as it all went down because she’s been there too.
We have bonded these past few years. We have shared medical set backs, social dramas, spicy fan-fictions, proctological serenades, herbal supplements, and a certain appreciation for all things red – be they front doors, rooms, or tall Scotsmen.
We had tried to meet three times in the past. Each time something came up to prevent our joyous union – a heart attack, a hospitalized grand-parent, and a blizzard. But it seems the planets finally aligned in just the right way, because I finally got to meet my internet Twinsie. I was IN HER HOUSE, Internet! I was so close I could have collected DNA samples with which to clone her for the good of mankind.
It was wonderful to finally meet you in person Claudia! You were exactly what I pictured you to be like. I clearly have good taste in women. (Let your mom know I said that!)
