the pieces of my life

(All of this is from last Friday)

Pie had pizza, salad, and a whoopie pie last night. Oddly enough, it was apparently the salad that gave her a stomach ache.

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I have my own name plate and name tag for Adam’s HBS 5 year reunion, in case I want to go to any academic presentations. The boy came in this morning wearing my name tag. “Monkey boy,” he said to me, “you need to get ready for school!”

“Huh?” I said.

“Look,” he said, pointing to his tag. “I’m Jenny Brown. Get ready for school!”

I laughed. “You, Mom, need to go drink your smoothie!”

He smiled sweetly and said to me, “Sorry, but you can’t direct me, honey!”

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Adam took twenty minutes to decide what to wear to the reunion academic presentations today. “Can I wear jeans? Kevin’s dressed nicer. I should dress nicer. Should I wear khakis? I guess I’ll wear khakis. I feel so funny wearing khakis these days. Maybe I should wear nice jeans? I’ll wear the khakis.” He puts on the khakis and a blue-and-white shirt. “Maybe I’ll wear this tonight,” he says, at which point I told him I had enough and he wasn’t wearing a blue shirt and khakis to a friggin’ cocktail party if I had to wear a freakin’ cocktail dress. And then he told me to chill. And then I reminded him that all these events are optional for me and he quickly backed down.

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Doodles announced that he wanted to go to the hardware store.

Me: What for?
Doodles: I need stuff for my invention.
Me: What do you need.
Doodles: Just plastic and wood.
Me: Nothing else?
Doodles: That’s it.
Me: Do you have a plan for what you want to build?
Doodles: It’s all in my head.
Me: What is it?
Doodles: I’m going to build something special! It’s going to be a babysitting machine! And I’m going to make robots and they’ll watch the kids. And then I’m going to make these helicopters the robots will use!
Me: Oh?
Doodles: Yeah! So can we go get my wood and plastic now?

The boy definitely had fun. Maybe too much fun. He's absolutely walking funny and it occurs to us it's been hours since he peed. Oops…

In the old days I couldn't make the tea cups at Disney spin fast enough. Now one ride on the Cuckoo Clockenspiel and am ready to puke. Aging at its ugliest.

Doodles said on the Twirling Turtles–as we're whipped around at top speed and his friend exclaims, "My stomach is all the way in my chest!"– "I don't know how Dad can not like this!" Um, I might have an idea.

The Italian sausage and ice cream with sausages just after the Twirling Turtles and right before the Teacups may have been a mistake. Just sayin'.

Spotty service is foiling my posting plans. Doodles has two friends here, both girls, and they're fighting over who gets to sit next to him. Hope he doesn't get used to it. I took the kids on the Krazy Barn. Now I'm Krazy Nauseous. Ready to watch the freaky cats at the Hannaford Circus. Do you wish you were me?

Nothing like mediocre coffee in the morning to pump you up. Yea, Glen Junction breakfast! Or, as Adam says, it would be better called Ultimatum Point because every second sentence uttered is, "If you don't X, then no Storyland!" Children fortified with chocolate chip pancakes. Time to hit the park!