Noah, Noah, Rosie, Me

Not That Far Fetched, Actually

Noah and I were tooling around town the other day in the Super Subaru, when we spotted a mail truck delivering mail to a nearby house.  Noah, in a lamentatious (lamentful? lamenting? Is there no adjective for this word? Lamentable.) voice said, “That mail truck can never go home.”  I thought this to be very philosophical of him and so I asked for an explanation.  Turns out he was under the distinct impression that there is only one mail truck for the whole of the earth, and it performs its job dutifully and tirelessly on an endless loop, sort of like a daily Santa Claus, only with a slightly less fun job. I enlightened him to the fact that there were actually hundreds upon thousands of mail trucks plodding along their own unique daily routes all over the country and as if to prove my point, just then we passed a second mail truck going about its business.  This was solid proof to Noah that I was not making these facts up, and he happily accepted this adjusted world view although I spent the next five minutes or so wondering if every time I get a bill it’s because I’m on Mailman’s Naughty List.  Guess who’s getting cookies and milk tomorrow!

C Stands for Cap, Colorful, Cat, Creatively Challenged
Noah was assigned his first homework today at school, and can I just say that the fact that I have a child old enough to be sent home with instructions for an assignment makes me feel like going ahead and sending off for my subscription to AARP and possibly start haggling for the Tuesday senior discount at Kroger.  Granted it was a picture of a cat and the instructions were to “Color the cat” so we’re not talking Advanced Thermodynamics or anything, but still.  I CAN HAS OLD KID?

Parents were encouraged to help, and after drawing (by request) a (admittedly lame) cap for the cat Noah and I hunkered down together with the old Crayola markers and went to town (where “went to town” means “worked with concentrated diligence” on his part and “occasionally looked up from Facebook to fill in the cat’s feet” on my part).  After a few minutes Noah interrupted my internet trance and said, “Mom, yours is not very pretty.” So I looked down at our creation and saw:

Colorful Cat

Right. You just keep on coloring kiddo. Mama will just be over here, enrolling herself in Kindergarten.

Rosie Would Very Much Like For You To Have This

Have a ring

Maybe You Didn’t Know There Is a Musical Audition To Qualify For My Friendship

I realize that it is proper etiquette to look appropriately modest and all “Oh You Shouldn’t Have” when being sung to on your birthday, but I’m also pretty sure that throwing yourself a party in honor of yourself is also probably one of the first entries on the No-No List.  Either way, it would have been ridiculous for me to pretend last Friday that I wasn’t tickled all shades of pink that there are people in this world who are willing to come over to my house and stand in a room and celebrate in (harmonious!) song the mere fact that one day a while back, I got born. On your next birthday, I highly recommend that you go out and get yourself a party.

You smell like a monkey… from racher on Vimeo.


1 Allen { 09.16.09 at 10:11 am }

I owe you a serenade….perhaps during a SYTYCD commercial break!

2 Anjie { 09.16.09 at 8:13 pm }

seriously! there were mad musical skillz up in that house!

3 Rev. Mama { 09.17.09 at 6:52 am }

Yes there were! It was a blast. So nice to meet the people I know only by first names on this blog!! Thanks for being born and making all these great friends that you’re willing to share. Turns out, if we like you, we might like one another, too! How long until you turn 32?

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