Just a coupla turkeys. I mean kitty cats.
Nov 30th, 2009 by jenzug
The creative mischief never ends at our house, and it seems I have two children destined for tattoos in their future. Some might prefer I be more concerned about this, but I just can’t seem to get worked up over a little ink.
It washes off. Usually.
Our Thanksgiving weekend was thankfully free of horror stories. I just heard one that involved three different drama-filled family gatherings & an unmedicated schizophrenic cousin. So yeah. We were drama free and appropriately medicated.
We ate a lot, slept a lot, adventured a lot, and watched tv a lot, and we did it all together, and WE LIKED IT.
That last point is directed at me, who typically feels a tad DONE with the kids after too much togetherness. But even I, selfish grouch that I am, enjoyed four days of family bliss.
Be warned: what you see here is not my best work. It is what Anne Lamott describes in Bird By Bird as a series of “shitty first drafts.” Blogging dragged me kicking and screaming out of creative constipation by getting me to actually write. So I do that. A lot. Without worrying about every word choice or comma placement.
Want to know more? Read my full 
A: “Is that Ruthie & Thomas?”
Me: “Yes.”
A: “What did they do to themselves?”
Me: “They drew on themselves. With Markers. Don’t get any ideas.”
A’s smile looks just like Ruthie’s
…..soooo…..is this the kind that washes off???
Hey,
I need an open-minded, thinking, Christian friend to read this book and hash it out with me: Unconditional Parenting by Alfie Kohn.
Lemme know if you’re interested. I know you don’t have scads of free time anymore… but it is the most thought-provoking book EVER on the subject of parenting and I could use your brain if you don’t mind loaning it out for awhile.
cheers,
elise