- Friday night, I thought I was gonna blow my kids’ minds. Seriously, I was ready to be cool mom for once. So I made the announcement–Mommy is making something special for dinner: chocolate chip pancakes!!!!!! Isaac responded by screaming excitedly, “CHOCOLATE CHIP PANCAKES?!?!?!” and then he said a bit more quietly and very concerned-like, “do they taste like zucchini pancakes?”. (Yes, I have made zucchini pancakes–a Korean dish, and they are yummy, but not to Isaac). I encouraged him excitedly, “no, they taste like chocolate! They are like candy pancakes!!!”. I totally felt like a meth dealer trying to convince my kid that he will love them…..just try them ONCE…..they are amazing. He humored me with a very wan, “oh wow” and an encouraging smile and went on to play. Since I actually wanted plain pancakes for myself, at dinnertime, I decided to take a poll–who wants chocolate chip pancakes and who wants plain? Isaac immediately said plain and like a loyal little brother, Matthew said plain, too. I think Jason really wanted chocolate chip, but then he felt too lame to be the only one eating them. So, do you know that my big surprise along with my hopes and dreams of being a cool mom were ruined then and there? Not to mention the fact that I would make a lousy meth dealer.
- I’m just gonna put it out there: I am dying to see the Justin Beiber movie. I am not some crazy sicko with a crush on him. Seriously, I’m not. I save all my inappropriate, crazy mama lust for vampires and werewolves like a normal 33-year old. As a mother, I am seriously intrigued at his genuine talent and drive, and I really want to see it. Laugh all you want. I’m going. And I might even wear my “I like my boys cold, dead and sparkly pin” when I go.
- Isaac doesn’t know what a gun is. I don’t think he’s ever heard the word or seen one. And while that may seem weird to some, I have to also think that wouldn’t it be a little weird if he had seen movies or TV shows with guns? I mean, he’s 4, so we aren’t sitting around watching CSI with him. This is how I know for sure he is clueless: he has some of the plastic army men from Toy Story, and I have asked him on 2 occasions what the soldiers are holding in their hands. The first time he told me a stick. The second time he told me a vacuum cleaner. You have to admit that cop shows would be a lot funnier if they were fighting it out with vacuum cleaners. And a whole lot cleaner. (Ba dum bum).
- I just finished reading my first Korean novel. I say “first” as if I have a slew of other Korean novels lined up to read, which is not the case. This one was a fluke as it was on the new fiction wall at my library, and the cover caught my eye.It’s a North/South spy novel that takes place in Seoul. Even though that’s not my favorite genre, I picked it up, and I loved it!!! Not only was it cool to learn a little more about the politics of the North and South, but to read about the characters being in places I had been (COEX) was really cool. My only issue was that I really had problems with remembering the characters names and who was who. Since I am not so familiar with Korean names, I had no point of reference, and I couldn’t even remember what names were men and what were women. I really should have made myself a chart, because I spent the first 30% of the book thinking, “Ki-yong? Who is Ki-yong?” Search…..look back a few pages. “Oh duh, the main character”. Stuff like that. But it was really, really good, and I think I’m going to try to read another book by this dude (“I Have the Right to Destroy Myself”) if my library system has it.
- Our neighbors on one side have never spoken to us. They don’t even make eye contact when we are outside. I don’t know what their issue is, but they have a dog. A well-groomed, but dejected Corgi that roams around their yard. When the boys see the dog, they both scream, “NINEY!!! There’s Niney!”. I have no idea what the dog’s actual name is (because the neighbors don’t speak to us), so I have no idea why they call the dog Niney. Incidentally, when we first moved in, these neighbors propped up a sign in their yard facing our fence (chain link). The sign stated that we should not feed their dog because the dog has a sensitive stomach and gets sick easily. First of all, could you maybe come introduce yourselves and then throw that in during conversation? Or mention this fact as you speak to us over the fence one day? Or here’s a thought–why would we want to be feeding your strange dog through a fence? Don’t we have better things to do?? They literally wrote a sign–ironically it was written on the back of an old street sign. I was going to take a picture of it, but then it fell over (face down, unfortunately) and now it is almost completely covered in leaves. What, you don’t believe me? Okay, I just ran outside in my pajamas and bare feet and took this picture to prove it!!!Jason thought that we should put up a sign in our yard that simply said, “OKAY”. But instead we have joined them in awkwardly avoiding eye contact when we’re both outside at the same time. Cause, you know, that’s what neighbors do.