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Jan 25, 2008

Haiku Friday: Cooking Plastic Cupcakes

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We have a new chef
She’s a better cook than me
Want some plastic food?
(Excuse the messy corner we shoved the kitchen into.)

Cordy has been making huge advances in imaginative play lately. One area that surprised me was her sudden interest in play kitchens and play food. Since I want to encourage her imagination any way I can, I searched high and low for a gently used play kitchen. (After all, have you seen how much those things cost new?)

I found a nice one, and the night we brought it home, she was so excited that she didn’t want to go to bed. Actually, she wanted to go to bed, but she wanted to take the kitchen to bed with her. Uh, no. Sorry, kid, I’m not carrying that thing upstairs.

The next day, our imaginary stomachs were filled beyond capacity with cupcakes and several helpings of breakfast foods. (All we have are plastic cupcakes and breakfast foods right now.) She would insist we each eat a cupcake, then run back to her kitchen with her cupcake tray to make more.


While we now have plastic food and miniature pots and pans scattered all over the living room now, I’m happy to play along with her cooking games. Seeing her imagination sprout and take flight is exciting, and if eating a few more plastic cupcakes helps it, I’m game.

Besides, plastic cupcakes are fat-free.

To play along for Haiku Friday, follow these steps:

1. Write your own haiku on your blog. You can do one or many, all following a theme or just random. What’s a haiku, you ask? Click here.

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Filed Under: Cordy, daily life, domestic zero, Haiku Fridays ·


Jan 24, 2008

Hey, Hey, I Wanna Be A Rockstar

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OK, memes can get a little stale and boring. I’ve answered five (or was it eight? or ten?) random things about myself more than once. But this new meme that I’ve seen floating around the internet, well…this is just plain fun.

Do you want to be a rockstar? There were times as a kid when I dreamed of it. The fame, the fortune…but what would be the name of my band? Seems like all the good ones are taken. And what would I call my first album?

Well, kids, that has now been solved. I’d like to present my new band, Kabuki Quantum Fighter, and our first album, Those Who Ne’er Succeed:

(Original image by luisa_m_c_m_cruz)

Awesome, isn’t it? Yeah, we had some rough starts, but I think we’re the best alterna-rock mommyband out there. Our concerts are only held in the afternoons (so we don’t wake the kiddos at bedtime), and we insist all concert venues have appropriate diaper changing facilities.

Want to be a rockstar, too? Follow these steps:

1. Click this link. The first title on this page is the name of your band.

2. Now click this link. The last four words of the very last quote is the name of your album. If it doesn’t work at all, click the “New Random Quotations” button for more.

3. And finally, click this link. The third picture on this page will be your album cover. Add your band name and album title, and you’re done! (Please remember to give credit for the original picture.)

You’ll be seeing Kabuki Quantum Fighter on the next Lollapalooza tour. Fer sure. (Wait. Do they even still have Lollapalooza? Oh god, I’m out of touch with pop culture, aren’t I?)

I encourage everyone to play along, but since we’re supposed to tag a few people, I’ll tag Sarcastic Mom, L.A. Daddy, and Playgroupie (once she gets internet again, of course).

Filed Under: meme time, pop culture, random ·


Jan 23, 2008

Now It’s A List Of Four

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Damn.

I still can’t believe Heath Ledger is dead.

28 years old. Father of a two year old. Such a promising future ahead of him.

I’ll admit it: I had a fangirl crush on him. When I first heard the news, my chest felt heavy and my throat tightened. This is a sick joke, I thought. He was on my List of 5, after all, and earned his spot on that list from the first moment I ever saw him on the short-lived TV series Roar.


I had noticed that he didn’t look as put-together recently. Ever since his split with Michelle Williams, he seemed to stop taking care of himself. The low-key yet still stylish sense of fashion was replaced by unwashed hair, wrinkled clothing, and a worn-out, troubled expression on his face. Maybe he was depressed over his relationship issues. Maybe his latest roles had taken too much out of him. I can’t say. But the change was noticeable.


We all stop and gawk when a celebrity dies, especially if they’re young. But I guess this one is hitting me hard because he wasn’t one of the usual suspects. He wasn’t a celebrity party-boy, he wasn’t in trouble all the time, and he seemed like an average, quiet, down-to-earth type who just wanted to do his job and be left alone. You didn’t look at him and see another Anna Nicole Smith in the making.

At this time, there’s still no answer as to what happened, but it seems that investigators have centered on two theories, either accidental or intentional overdose on the prescription sleeping pill Ambien. I’d like to think it was accidental, because I find it so hard to wrap my mind around the thought that a man who professed how much he loved being a dad would intentionally leave behind his two year old daughter. And now that daughter will likely never remember those happy times they had together.

It sucks, and I am sad that I will no longer be able to see more from him. I enjoyed his acting and respected the decisions he made in the roles he accepted. But I’m also sad for his family, and seeing this tragedy makes me hug my two girls a little tighter and be thankful for each day I am here for them.

You’ll be missed, Heath.

Filed Under: pop culture ·


Jan 22, 2008

Cordy-isms

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Cordy walks into the kitchen.

C: Mommy? I need help.

Me: With what?

C: My cup. It’s broken. (Puts sippy cup on the counter.)

Me: It’s broken? What’s wrong with it?

C: It’s empty. It needs juice. Fix my cup, mommy?

Me: (laughing my ass off because in college we’d always talk about our “broken” [empty] drink cups at parties)

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In the car.

Mira: Aaaaawaaaaawawaaaaaaeeeeeaa (longest I’ve ever heard her vocalize – must have been 15 seconds without a breath)

Me: (looking at Aaron and laughing in amazement) What was THAT?

Cordy: (totally serious from the back, with a sigh) That was MIRA, mommy.

I could practically hear her rolling her eyes at me.

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In the living room. Cordy is behind me.

C: Mommy, get me gone?

Me: What? Get what?

C: Get me gone, mommy!

Me: Get you gone?

(I turn to see this:)

I have no idea how she snuck the box into the living room.

Me: You want me to mail you somewhere?

C: Yes!

Me: OK, where should I send you?

C: To outer space!

Me: Hmmm…I don’t think we can afford the postage, sweetie.

Filed Under: Cordy, daily life, Mira ·


Jan 22, 2008

Where’s Your Umbrella? It’s Shower Time!

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One of the best things about the mommyblogger community is being able to virtually celebrate when we all can’t be together in person. I remember the baby shower thrown and attended by some wonderful bloggers out there for me, Liz, and Tammie.

And so now it’s time for another baby shower. Julie (mothergoosemouse) is due to have her third (!) baby very soon, and unlike the first two, she’s having a boy this time. Her shower hostesses are asking everyone to come celebrate and give Julie some advice on raising boys.

Sadly, I have little advice. I am the mom of two girls. I was an only child to a single mom. My close family growing up consisted of a grandmother, two aunts, and one great aunt. So as you can see, I don’t have a lot of experience with boys. The only male I’ve ever lived with is my husband.

(Geez, it sounds like I was raised in a convent. Not true! I knew of boys! I just kept my distance. You know…cooties and all.)

But from what I know of Julie, her girls aren’t exactly being raised as the next Disney Princesses with pinky fingers up while drinking their tea. They are rough and tumble as much as they are girly. Maybe more rough and tumble, even.

So I think the best advice I can give Julie is this: keep doing what you’re doing. You already have two great kids, and I’m sure a boy won’t be a challenge for you at all. You’ll let him play with dolls as much as he does with dump trucks. And sure, his plumbing might be more related to a fire hose, but any mom of a girl knows that girls are just as capable of peeing all over you during a diaper change.

No worries, hon – you’re going to do just fine. And seeing how I have no knowledge of boys at all, I’ll add: better you than me.

Anyone have any better advice for Julie?

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