Monthly Archives: June 2008

Here’s how the story ends

I’ve been a bad blogger but a good productive writer. The fourth (at least, I think it’s the fourth) draft of MacKenna (The Fine Art of Holding Your Breath) is done. I’ve asked a few victims volunteers to read it over.

So I was finishing up the last pages–literally, when Andrew stumbled from his bedroom to his computer in the dining/computer/whatever room. He wanted me to make him a peanut butter and jelly sandwich.

Now, he’s quite capable of making his own small meals/snacks. He cooks on Scout camping trips, makes his own ramen and soup, and even wields a knife to cut up strawberries for us. He can spread peanut butter on some bread.

He insisted it would taste better if I made it.

And I told him that PB&J pretty much tastes the same no matter who makes it.

To which he said: “But, Mommy, you make yours with extra love.”

You gotta give the boy points for that.

I eventually finished editing.

He still made his own sandwich.

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When the universe hands you an elephant

So, the other night after we dropped Andrew off at Scouts (for his last requirement to make first class), Miss B and I went to Target to find a little gift for her kindergarten teacher. We were looking for an elephant, since her teacher has one on a bookshelf in the classroom. Kyra thought it needed a friend.

Target has elephants, right? Er, not so much. I glanced down the aisle with the plastic animals. It was crowded, so I decided to check out the stuffed animal aisle.

The closest thing to an elephant was a rhino. I was about suggest this to Miss B (who was busy inspecting the Fancy Nancy display) when the people crowding the neighboring aisle cruised by us and plopped a stuffed elephant on the shelf.

Right in front of me. An elephant. The perfect size for fitting on a bookshelf next to another small, stuffed elephant.

A little stunned, I picked it up and showed it to Kyra, who was delighted. We went to find a gift bag and card.

So, the moral, I guess, is sometimes the universe hands you an elephant. And when it does, you simply have to take (buy) it.

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Worms and deodorant

So, the other day, we drove over to my mom’s to help with a little gardening. Kyra became proficient at weeding, Andrew at planting, and both of them at befriending worms. This last probably added a good twenty minutes to the task. Well, that and the fact Andrew felt compelled to examine each petal of a decapitated flower.

Kids = pokey.

But on to the worms. They weren’t finding any at first, just some centipedes, which weren’t on the cuddly list. Finally, they founds some. Andrew held one up on the trowel he was using and said:

“Hello, my name is Andrew. What’s yours?” Significant pause. “Ah, I see. You must be the silent type.”

Kyra carried one around in her cupped hands. I told her that worms really like dirt (hinting that she should put it back in the dirt). She simply added some dirt to her hand. I finally had to tell her that no, we couldn’t take the worm home, but he’d be happy with Grandma’s new flowers.

She was a little sad about that.

On the way home, we stopped at Target. Andrew spent another twenty minutes in the deodorant aisle. His brand of choice is Old Spice and each offering was seriously considered with much sniffing.

He was intrigued by Old Spice After Hours. He thought it meant that the deodorant would last a really long time. I explained that it’s the sort of deodorant one might wear for a night on the town.

“Oh,” he said. “I’ll probably need that in junior high.”

In the end, he selected Old Spice Pacific Surge. For the rest of the evening, he applied it about twenty times and then proceeded to offer up his underarms for sniffing.

“Got B.O.?” he’d say. “Get deo!”

Why do I get the feeling junior high is going to be a long three years?

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Note to self

Drawing a bracket around a paragraph and writing the phrase:

More better

Is NOT editing.

Just sayin’.

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