Friday, March 19, 2010

My son Ryan

My son claps and cheers every time I turn on the lights, at least someone is happy I pay the bills!!

My son poops in the tub to remind me when it's time to bleach

My son acts like it's the first time seeing things sometimes, which makes me remember to be excited about seeing them too

My son throws food on the floor to remind me to vacuum

My son escapes from the house, to remind me to lock our doors

My son loves carousels, which gives me a reason to go to the mall

My son is still okay with the answer "we'll do that tomorrow", which gives me another day to dodge

My son doesn't know the difference between Christmas and Tuesday, which saves me money!

My son likes to wear a helmet, which keeps him safe. Even on the sofa.

My son laughs and smiles and jumps for joy at the mention of bath time... which reminds me to check his pull up.

My son carries a blanket, which I love for no reason at all.

Monday, March 8, 2010


I consider myself to be a texter. I like the ease of texting, the way you get a question asked or answered without all the blah blah of talking. I know it's informal and not personal at all but most of the time I don't have time to talk on the phone.

Knowing that texting is a way of life these days, I will say that I am still personal in other areas. I write notes to my kids in their lunch box, I send thank you cards, I give my honey "I love you" cards and notes, I send personal emails to teachers and parents my kids know, and my best friend and I have a tradition of sending each other funny Hallmark cards as often as we can even though we talk every single day.

My point is, there is a time to text and I time to write. We can't let all formality go out the window. So when I get a text like the one below, I kind of feel like I got jipped out of an invite!!

"You're invited 2 Xxx's party on Sunday 3-14 @5:00-6:30 place Jeronimo 1570 Holcomb Bridge Rd ste 240 Please come and party with us RSVP 2 me by WED."

That's it, no punctuation, no nothing. Is this what we're going to? Will our kids be texting invites for graduation, weddings, babyshowers? Gone will be the days of RSVP cards and stamped envelopes. Calligraphy will be an ancient art form.

Makes me sad... long live Hallmark!