penelope

"I wanna hand Daddy the cans!!!!” Gresham, age five, screamed yesterday.  (Though, to be fair to the kid, it’s hard to tell when he’s screaming and when he’s just talking.  He’s got a voice amplification issue of some sort.)

Most fairy tails start with a girl and a dream
mine started with a scandal and a family curse
a curse that gave me the face of a pig
then he showed up

since i'll be heading out on our senior high mission experience tomorrow i'm guessing this post will stick around for a bit. unless i can find some wi-fi in the area. here are some links that i'm perusing.

Raising me my mom was - what’s the word?

I liked not liking Darth Vader.  The way he wheezed.  The way he picked up subordinates by the throat with his mind powers.  The way he surrounded himself with British actors and dim lighting.

Then George Lucas had him take off his mask.  There, under the shroud of evil, was an old man, a father struggling to breathe, asking his son for forgiveness.

Yummy Concept for Bridal Party Brunch

Day four of Motherless Mother’s Day weekend in bullets:

1. A few too many of my fingers presently smell like poo on account of them recently being submerged in poo.  The sink is too far away.  I’m not getting up.

2. Penelope (age three) swam underwater for the first time today.  I was there.  I saw it.

"So here’s the plan for tomorrow,” I said.  Gresham squirmed in a chair.  Gabriella climbed up into Becky’s lap.  And Penelope snored in the next room. “We’re gonna say our prayers, then go to bed, then wake up and have breakfast, then we’re having a family meeting.”

“What’s a family meeting?” Gresham belted.  (He belts everything.)

I’m writing this for inclusion in Shannon’s Works For Me Wednesday carnival.  (ManCode Violation #1: Participation in a themed mom blog event.)

Becky keeps a sinister folder.  It’s labeled “Party Ideas” but inside is nothing but evil clipped from magazines and printed from web sites. For me.