Sep 05 2008


Oh yes- and the day after he told me that he liked ladies? He said that he didn’t like ladies OR kids; he likes men, specifically mailmen and firemen.

I’m with you on the firemen, kiddo. I just don’t know about the mailmen… But it does seem that you’ve inherited your mother’s love of a good uniform.

Sep 05 2008

Baby Boozer! 50 Cents!

It’s been a crazy week, both with work and home life. I busted my ass the last two days to get a proposal out on time, and I don’t think it was worth a minute of it. I also just finished writing a very difficult letter to my mother, a letter that was becoming unavoidable. I am in the process of writing and “taking ownership” of the 2009 marketing plan for my entire company, something for which I do not feel fully prepared. I am feeling my avoidant behavior floating to the surface at a time when I really can’t afford it.

I’ve found out that I will be leaving my family for almost a week two times in the next 4 months, both for conferences in Southern California. One conference I am excited to go to, though I hate the idea of leaving Cole and John behind. The other conference I would do almost anything to get out of. Free hotel rooms and being out of the office for a couple of days is the best I can say for it.

Strawberry? It was nice. It was difficult being around my mother, but it was worth it for the chance to be around my sister. I miss her so much. It has seemed that we haven’t had much real time to sit and talk in the last few years, but we certainly made a good start last weekend. Sure, most of it was bitching (about others, not each other), but it felt really good. I have my sister back.

Cole was a nasty punk for the first day and a half, and then suddenly decided that maybe food was a good idea and that naps were acceptable and immediately transformed back into the child that I knew must be in there all along. He was FILTHY the entire time, which I think counts as a success for any small child. I just let him go- no sense in fighting that one. It was just dirt, and not even from the floor of the outhouse! The pool was his (along with every other kid there) bathtub. Whatever.

He did put only one bad thing in his mouth (he’s not a gummy baby anymore, ticknart!). My mother had been at a camp cocktail party and received a red plastic cup full of rum over ice with a small orange slice squeezed over the top. She put it down on our camp table and forgot about it. Next thing I knew, my nephew comes screaming around the corner of the “kitchen” into our “sitting room” yelling “Cole is drinking out of the red cup!” I jumped up, pulled the cup out of Cole’s hands, and said “Ewww! That’s YUCKY! Don’t touch it!” He looked right at me and said “No MOM. It’s YUMMY!”

Wonderful. Would you like an espresso, too? Oh… you would*. Huh. Well, shit. Why don’t you just round it out and start smoking while you’re at it! You can be like those chimp tv stars who were alcoholic nicotene fiends. We can start selling tickets to see the littlest drunk. We’ll make millions!


Anyway, I’m too beat to say much more. Back next week.

*The second morning of the festival, my sister broke the french press while trying to clean it out which meant that we had to buy coffee that morning and every one after. After I got my coffee that day, Cole asked me for a coffee every time we went to the food court for anything. The last night, just as a sepecial treat, I got him a steamer with a tiny bit of vanilla. He took a sip, after I told him it was too hot, let every drop come right back out onto his jacket, grimaced because of his burnt tongue, and then said “Mmmm. Yummy!” After it was cooler, he drank every bit. And you know that steamers are the gateway drink. Before we know it, he’ll be saving up his pennies for shots at the local coffee house.