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The other day my daughter, Lyla, and I were at Starbucks fueling my caffeine and sugar addictions, when suddenly Lyla starts pointing out the window and saying, “Mama! Mama!” She was so excited, but for the life of me I could not figure out what she was pointing at. She’s only 18 months old, so often our communication is akin to platform flip-flops: confusing at best.
First I tried the “What do you see out there?” tactic. Airplane? – No. Doggie? – No. Homeless person pushing a shopping cart that you think has a baby inside? – No, No, No! So I switched tactics. Perhaps she is wondering where her dad is. Sometimes she gets our names confused. And in her defense, I had just finished working out and was sweaty and more than a little manly looking. So I said, “No honey, Mama is right here. Papi is at work, but we will see him later tonight.” She looked at me like I was an idiot (is it possible to be embarrassed in front of your one-year-old?) and began pointing even more emphatically out the window. “Mama! Mama!”
Lyla was starting to get frustrated, and I was starting to get desperate. So I picked her up and walked to the window saying, “Show me what you are talking about, honey.” But when we got to the window, instead of pointing outside, she began pointing to the Starbucks logo on the window. “Mama!” she said with a smile. For a moment I looked between the logo and my daughter in pure puzzlement. Yes, I do drink enough coffee for her to equate me with the beverage, however, usually it is not from Starbucks. “Mama!” she said again, pointing at the logo then stroking my hair. I had never really looked at the logo before, so I studied it for a minute. Suddenly it hit me, she thinks the logo is a picture of me. So I said, “Oh! This looks like me? This looks like mama?” And she smiled like the sun and said, “Yeah!” so happy that I had finally stopped being a total idiot and understood what she was trying to tell me.
It’s actually not a bad compliment. The Starbucks logo is based on a 16th century Norse woodcut of a mermaid or Siren to go with Seattle’s nautical roots. (I looked this up, I don’t actually know this much useless Starbucks information. Just other kinds of useless information.) Starbucks chick is kind of a babe. This is solid proof that to your children, you are the most beautiful woman in the world. So I was happy. However, I think my daughter will be sorely disappointed that I am not actually Mrs. Starbucks when she is filling out those loan applications for college. Maybe I will just tell her that I drank away our fortune.
My husband has pretty good fashion sense (he is Italian after all) but he is also a dad, and I am pretty sure that before they give you your Daddy license, they have to make sure that you own a pair of Crocs. How else could you explain the prevalence of this hideously ugly rubber footwear among men who are old enough to know better? Anyway, so Daddy has a pair of Crocs that he wears around the house and to do yard work. Today, we were outside in the garden, and then decided to take a short walk around the hood. Halfway down the street my daughter stops in her tracks, points down at daddy’s shoes and says, “UH OH!” My sentiments exactly, honey.
Like the title says… Life is funny. And I don’t just mean 10,000-forks-when-all-you-need-is-a-knife-isn’t-it-ironic-funny, I mean Gut-busting, Mind-blowing, Pants-Wetting FUNNY. So go ahead and laugh. If you can manage to do that, your life will improve 10,000%. I money-back guarantee it. And if it doesn’t… you know where to find me.
ps. I don’t have any money
**photo credit: someecards.com
Not to brag… ok, who am I kidding, this is totally bragging… but I have been awarded FOUR different blogging awards. However, due to circumstances beyond my control… like illnesses, vacations, and – let’s just face it – my own laziness, I have taken a long time to formally recognize most of these. But make no mistake, it is not because I am not thrilled to have gotten them. I am honored to have received all of them, not just because it is amazing to me that anyone reads my simple little no-frills blog (although I am working on some frills for you all…more on that to come) but because the nominations came from bloggers who I truly respect.
Awards aside, it is always wonderful to hear from friends, strangers, followers and even some unexpected people how much you enjoy my blog or how a certain post really resonated with you. I truly relish all of the comments, likes, shares, retweets, and the recounting of your own personal stories and experiences. At the end of the day, that’s what writing this blog is all about for me: the connections and the community. Parenting can be an isolating experience sometimes, and this blog is my way of reaching out to all of you – to let you know that you are not alone and to remind myself that I am not alone either.
So keep it coming! If you like or dislike, agree or disagree with something I am writing about, then please tell me. If you know someone who you think might appreciate this blog, then please share it with them. If I write something that particularly speaks to you, please share it with your own audience.
In the spirit of this amazing blogging community and also partially due to my aforementioned laziness, I have decided to formally recognize the blogging awards I have received by creating an Award of my own. I am not sure if this is allowed, but this is my blog, hence my world and I make the rules… so by the power vested in me, I now pronounce the importance of a very important award, for better or for worse, and uh for.. ever. I now present:
The Saggy Award for General Awesomeness!
The Saggy Award for General Awesomeness would like to recognize the General Awesomeness of the following blogs:
Mommy On The Go In Holy Toledo Thank you for the Very Inspiring Blogger Award
Up With The Chickens Thank you for the Kreative Blogger Award!
Unfinishedbizness Thank you for the Sunshine Blogger Award!
Structure In An Unstructured Life Thank you for the Reader Appreciation Award!
Totally check out their Generally Awesome Blogs. Totally.
These blogs are also Generally Awesome in totally different ways:
The rules for this award are simple.
1) Accept the fact that you are pretty much the bee’s knees aka Totally Fucking Awesome.
2) Celebrate your Awesomeness in any manner you deem fit (I personally recommend a bottle of Cabernet and a tub of vanilla frosting but to each her own)
3) If you are so inclined, share this General Awesomeness with your readers and inform them of some other blogs you that find Awesome. That’s it.
Congrats to all the Awesome people and thank you everyone for reading.
Her Saggyness (Courtney)
“I always do a double take when I’m told a newborn’s ‘length.'”
– Aaron Karo (who obviously does not have kids, but is funny as hell)
“The joys of motherhood are never fully experienced until the children are in bed.”
So true. No matter how exhausting the day or how crabby the daughter, everything always seems better when I can reflect on it in a quiet house with wine in hand. No matter what the day was like, by the time we go to bed my husband and I spend at least 30 minutes talking about how wonderful/smart/funny/perfect Lyla is. Unless of course, she is up crying…
Every time I am at the airport I am amazed that thieves don’t come to baggage claim and steal suitcases. There is no security… anyone can just walk in there and just grab a suitcase. Mr. Thief could just stroll in off the street, grab the medium-sized black suitcase that everyone and their sister’s cousin has, hightail it out of there and pray that no one notices until all the suitcases are gone. Mrs. Missing Suitcase will then blame the airline, who will not be able to find the suitcase and then, eventually after a lot of hassle and nagging, will issue a refund for the missing suitcase. By the time all this is said and done, Mr. Thief will be back at his studio apartment trying on all Mrs. Missing Suitcases bras and wondering what he is going to do with size XXL vacation wear. Hey, so maybe this suitcase grab was a bust, but Mr. Thief can return to baggage claim and try, try again. Winners never quit, Mr. Thief.
You’d be in luck if you happened to grab my suitcase. I don’t know about you guys, but I always take my best clothes on vacation with me. And if you are reading this and happen to be a thief, my suitcase is NOT the large red one with a red ribbon tied to the handle so I can recognize it. Seriously… it’s not that one.