It’s another Photo Friday!

 

Here we are, at the end of another week, and I must say I’m glad of it.  I’m not looking forward to spending the weekend painting, but that’s another story.  Anyway, on to the photo of the day!

Photo by Kay Kauffman

Today’s photo features Tomcat, my oldest son.  Clearly this is not a recent photo, as my darling baby boy will be nine on Wednesday.  Nine!  How the heck did that happen?  Oh, right.  I blinked.  I remember now.  He was just over two and a half when I snapped this picture, slightly older than Cricket is now.  He looks so little!  And now he’s so big!  I can’t believe I have a third grader on my hands!

Quick! Get me a brick! Get me some rope! Get me a drink!

Feminism and abortion

I like to read WordPress’s Freshly Pressed articles.  I don’t always read them, but every now and then, one will catch my eye.  The one that caught my eye today was called Frankie v. Debra, Roe v. Wade: Can you still be a feminist if you’re anti-abortion?

I read the article, but not all 200 comments.  The article began by comparing two of Patricia Heaton‘s sitcom roles and then discussed some of the actress’s personal opinions, including her membership in a group called Feminists for Life, a group that apparently is very pro-life.

I really wanted to comment on the article…

*crash*

That sound you just heard?  You know, the one that sounded like a dead body being dumped from a second story window?  That’s the sound of me crashing after Cricket’s birthday party.  The coffee I had with my milk and sugar this morning wore off sometime around 11:30 a.m. and zzzzzzz…

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Zombified

Between preparing for Cricket’s birthday party and participating in the follow party hosted by Charlotte Castle on Facebook yesterday, I’m feeling a bit zombified today.  The follow party was great fun – I’ve made some new friends, gained some new followers, and had some great conversations.  But this zombie feeling isn’t likely to let up soon – Cricket’s party is tomorrow and I still have lots to do yet.  I’m taking a break for now, though.  I need a good nap.

I’m still struggling to believe that come Monday, Cricket will be two years old.  It seems like just yesterday we brought him home from the hospital, all excited and filled with joy at the prospect of the new life that was ours to mold.  I must admit, my favorite part of having kids with Seymour (namely, Cricket and Thumper) is that we don’t have to share them with anyone else (Tadpole and Tomcat each come from previous marriages and, while we normally get along pretty well with our exes, there are always times when things don’t go the way we would like them to go or when we don’t get to have the kids when we would like to have them because they’re with their other parents – it’s just part of being divorced).  For instance, Tomcat and Tadpole are with their other parents this weekend and as far as I know will not be able to come to Cricket’s party tomorrow.  It’s a disappointment, but it comes with the territory when you’re a divorced parent.  That’s just the way life goes.

Anyway, my boys are getting so big that it’s hard to believe.  In just over a month I’ll be doing all this again in preparation for Thumper’s first birthday!  To be honest, I’m just glad he’s made it to his birthday because when he was born, we weren’t sure he would.  His birth was vastly different from his brother’s – instead of a joyful event full of smiles and visitors, it was an anxiety-ridden event full of worry and panic.  It all seems like such a long time ago, but at the same time, it feels like only yesterday.  It’s funny how time pulls that off.

And now, to nap.  Don’t forget to stop back Monday, when I’ll be kicking off four days of posts featuring Lisa McKay and her latest book, Love at the Speed of Email!  You won’t want to miss it!

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Photo Friday

Welcome to another Photo Friday!  Today’s post features those wild and crazy guys, Cricket and Seymour, when at least one of them was slightly less wild and/or crazy.

Seymour and Cricket, two peas in a pod

Taken in the hospital the day after Cricket was born (yes, the date stamp is wrong), this is easily my favorite picture of them so far.  It will probably always be one of my favorites.  Cricket looks so much like Seymour, and I love the look on Seymour’s face.  It says, “Mess with him, and you’ll be praying for the cops to haul you away by the time I’m done with you.”  It reminds me of the Facebook flair that says, “Someone who loves me is well-trained in the use of their weapon and accurate up to three hundred meters.”  We have a framed print of this picture sitting on our mantle.  I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of looking at it.  If I do, I’m sure that means that an even more precious photo has taken its place.

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One of those days…

Yes, it was one of those days today.  Actually, it wasn’t really a bad day, but it started off looking like it was going to be one.  I woke up and discovered that Cricket had managed to unscrew the cap from a full tube of Desitin.  Evidently, he thought it would make a wonderful styling accessory because his hair was full of it.  I guess he also thought it would make great make-up, because his face was covered in it, too.  Naturally, it was all over his hands.  He got it in his bedding, on his feet, on his door.  It was a mess.

Of water torture and little men

I’m versatile!

That’s right, I’ve been nominated for the Versatile Blogger Award!  It’s actually the second time I’ve been nominated.  I kinda forgot about it the first time, though, which is weird because it was the first time in the nearly five years I’ve been blogging that I’d ever been nominated for an award like this.

Anyway, the lovely S.Z.W.ordsmith was kind enough to nominate me (thank you!) – evidently my poetry makes her smile.  That makes me smile, because I do so love to make others happy.  The rules say I have to say seven things about myself and nominate fifteen others for the award, so here goes! For deets and a list of good reads, follow me!