Thematic Thursdays: The FAQs Are These
So, I was supposed to write a blog about this whole Too Short drama last night, but instead of devoting my time to a self-serving nut job, I typed a long Facebook response message to a friend. She was interested in what I’m doing with Fuss in homeschool, so that she can implement those things with her son.
I spent my writing time detailing Fuss’ current daily rhythm, and answering a slew of questions about her son’s development. I won’t put all of her child’s business in the streets, because that is irrelevant. What I will note is that her message was one of MANY emails, chats, text messages, etc. regarding what’s happening with my kids.
WAHMs (Work at Home Moms) have to stick together, because where one of us has a lot of tools the other may be lacking and vice versa. It is through sharing that our kids really benefit, and shoot this woman has cute sons. My daughters may want husbands some day. 
I decided to add a FAQ (frequently asked questions) section to this blog, which you’ll now find in the navigation bar at the top. Does this mean you have to stop emailing me and messaging me? Absolutely not!! I enjoy our interactions immensely. This is just a place where you can go to obtain some of my tips, tricks, links, and trinkets for use with your little one.
Marital Mondays: Besame Mucho
I’ve experienced love’s deepest throat probings and its crappy, desperate chick-flick sob stories. There probably isn’t a sexual leaf that I haven’t turned over, and I certainly wouldn’t change any of it. With all of the character that I built on teen binge weekends and long-term relationships, I never overcame my fear of public displays of affection.
I know. Pick your jaw up. I’ve been this way with every schmuck I’ve dated, and I didn’t quite figure in how such a thing would affect a marriage. Well, it has. I never thought I’d become the hairy old cat lady tossing styrofoam containers, with half-eaten fried chicken bones hanging out of them, onto the nightstand. I just wasn’t sure, after I had Mooch, that I would or should get married. I was content with just the two of us, and I didn’t mind kissing her in public — only men.
There was something about the sleazy way I felt when couples stood in front of me at Magic Mountain groping each other’s glutes. Don’t get me wrong. I never called out, “Get a room” to enamored pedestrians swapping slobber on city street corners. I just made a note to self, somewhere along the way, that the guys hanging over the banisters at the Fox Hills Mall would never snicker at me and any of my mates.
Well, yesterday, in the middle of a crowded Ralph’s parking lot, I lost touch with reality. We had a pretty sleepless weekend, given Hannibal’s private karaoke gig and Fuss’ need for closeness during teething. Despite all of this, our mid-day, impromptu grocery excursion was so peaceful and full of laughs. By the time we got to the check-out lane, our energy was bouncing back and forth. We were setting up jokes for each other right and left. Three lanes of cashiers and baggers were cracking up.
High on laughter, as I was helping load the bags into the backseat, I looked at Hannibal. It was like he understood, because he went in for the kiss, so I wouldn’t have to. Though it was brief, I’ll never forget it.
There have only been a few times in my life, where time stood still. I’m pretty sure my wedding day was one of them. When people thought I had cold feet, I was really in that bathroom prepping myself to kiss Hannibal in front of over one hundred guests. Considering the leg wrap I saw on the video, I think I tuned everyone out and did alright.
Tuesdays With Mooch: Pats and Spats
Mooch isn’t the only one learning at her new school. The well-designed program has taught the rest of our family a thing or two as well. In addition to the “three gates” lesson, where she taught us to ask ourselves “Is it true? Is it necessary? Is it kind?” before we say things, she’s now taught us about “Pats and Spats.”
This is a time when she and her classmates get to sit on the rug and share their grievances and compliments with each other. The idea is that each student gets to choose another kid in class and air a problem that they have with them. They must first give the person a “pat” by saying something nice about them.
We decided to implement this at nuclear family gatherings. We don’t have planned, organized “family meetings.” We think it’s a little corny and contrived (well, I do, at least). We let conversations happen organically. They seem to be more productive that way. We tried something similar to “Pats and Spats” before and it didn’t go well. I’m not going to say why, but let’s just say I’m willing to play nice next time.
Thematic Thursdays: The 10 Month Installment
Fuss is up and at ‘em. She scoots, crawls, stands, throws Cheerios at my head and does a mean James Brown impersonation. Okay, that last part was a little embellishment. She is talking up a storm now, though. Among her list of words are: up, down, Baba, Mama, yes, okay, oh yeah and water.
Since she’s on the move. I decided to do something different this month, so instead of pictures of this lovely 10-month-old, you get video!! Here is Fuss doing her “Oh yeah!” bit. Trust me. It’s a bit. She wears it out!
Workin’ Wednesdays: Family Work
This week, my work has primarily involved chauffeuring Mooch around. In addition to driving from Santa Monica to North Hollywood to Valley Village to Van Nuys, I also printed her headshots, stapled resumes, picked out clothes and chased down a work permit. Her Coogan account will be opened today. I promise.
Anyway, Mooch’s career hasn’t stopped mine. I’m still churning out web copy for the IABD conference and I designed business cards for Re-Run Vintage yesterday. Last night I also designed 2 banners and a poster, which will be sent to print Friday.
I cooked a full meal last night, which was surprising given how exhausted I was from having the very busy Fuss strapped to me all day. I wonder if we’re in the car too much for her. It seems like she should be on the floor more, but I digress. After dinner, Hannibal gave Fuss her bath and we did homework and cuddle time with Mooch. She’s always got awesome school stories for Hannibal. I hear them in the car, so when she’s telling him, it’s my second time hearing them.
Once she was tucked in, Hannibal and I did side-by-side computer work, which we find very romantic in this 21st century. Of course, my wife work followed, and I hardly consider that part work.
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