Monthly Archive for January, 2009

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Excuse Me

Claire was “reading” quietly in her room.  As is her custom, she’s most happy when every book from her book bin is strewn about her.  She loves it when nearly every inch of the floor is covered.  She’s pretty easy going when it comes to putting her things away, so I try not to panic whenever I come upon such a disaster zone.

“Claire, it’s almost time for lunch!” I called to her from the kitchen.  “Are you ready to come eat?”

“Almost, Momma!” she yelled from her room.  “I really made a mess!”

“Oh no!  Really?” I said, as I was walking down the hallway to investigate this mess and why she was giggling.

“Yeah, and YOU’RE going to clean it up!” she said with mischievous lilt in her voice.

“Excuse me!?” I said incredulously, as I made it to her doorway.

“Momma, did you fart?” she asked, bursting out in laughter.  “You did; didn’t you!”

“What?  No!” I exclaimed, and I started to tickle her.

“Well, you said ‘Excuse me!’” she said laughing even harder.

By that time, we were both laughing hysterically.  After we calmed down, I explained what I’d meant, and we picked up the books together.  But, now, every time I say ‘Excuse me’, for whatever reason, I can’t help but laugh to myself.  :)

What was once LOST will soon be returned.

What’s that sound you hear?  Is it the smoke monster?  Is it the sound of an island disappearing from space and time?

No!  It’s the sound of Lost fans rejoicing!  Today is the big day!  Finally, Lost will return!

I’ve successfully avoided scheduling anything for tonight, because I already have a date!  With Sawyer!  Well, and the rest of the cast, too.

Yes, I’m recording the premier and I may or may not watch it again, more than once.  (You do the math on that…I’m not telling how many times I watch each episode.)

It’s embarrassing.
Don’t judge me.

I’ve written about Lost before.  I can’t help myself.  Without Six Feet Under or The X-Files, what’s a girl to do?  (And, yet, this show is nothing like either one of those two examples.)

It’s fun to be excited about a TV show again.  I love that feeling.

Needless to say, I can’t wait!  In the meantime, you can check out the other things I’ve babbled on and on about regarding this show:

You can click here to check out the Lost: The Show Category.

If you haven’t seen all The Missing Pieces, episodes, you should click here.

Or, you could also check out this nice re-cap of the seasons so far:

Therese at Tubular does a great job of re-capping!  Click here to refresh your memory.

So, tonight, we’ll get some answers and many more questions.  I’m expecting to be thoroughly entertained and utterly confused.

And, I’m okay with that.  I’m just so glad it’s back.  :)

Sanity Restoration Via Easy Tattoo Removal

Nothing puts more of a spotlight on my perfectionist tendencies than temporary tattoos.  And, it’s not really the actual tattoo that makes me twitch; it’s what happens after the child has had the tattoo on through a couple baths and a few changes of clothes.

The raggedy edges.  The peeling colors.  The tattoo becomes a shadow of what it once was…literally.

And, it drives me crazy.

It’s a good thing I don’t wear temporary tattoos myself, or I’d be just as bad as the little kid who wants to pick it all off.

“But part of Ariel’s tail is gone!  It’s not pretty anymore!” is what I could totally picture myself crying to anyone who would listen.

Perfect, or completely gone.  Those are the two choices for how I’d like my temporary tattoos.

And, it’s really hard to not project my version of How Things Are Supposed To Be onto everyone.

Oddly enough, Claire isn’t as picky as I am.  Literally.  I tell her not to pick at her tattoos, and she won’t.  She’s quite capable of leaving them alone.  Some of the better quality tattoos will stay vivid for quite a few days.  Some of the cheaper ones crack almost immediately, even without the help of little fingers.  But, almost none of them vanish without leaving specks or horribly obnoxious pieces behind, mocking the perfectionists who happen to gaze upon them.

“How can she possibly stay sane with such disorder and chaos in her life?” you must be asking yourself.

Well, insisting on wearing long-sleeves helps.  But, I discovered the trick to easy tattoo removal, and I’ll share it.

It wasn’t until Claire’s 3rd Birthday party that I actually learned how to apply temporary tattoos myself…so let’s start there.

The tricks to applying a temporary tattoo:

  • Take off the clear protective cover.
  • Place the tattoo face down wherever the child wants it (within reason).
  • Using a really wet washcloth, press the tattoo for 30-seconds…counting out-loud and/or dancing around while holding the tattoo firmly with the wet washcloth may or may not make application easier and more effective.
  • Slip the backing off, gently pulling it across the skin to reveal the tattoo.
  • Voila!  Temporary Tattoo Goodness!

The tricks to removing a temporary tattoo:

  • Convince the proud owner of the once-beautiful-tattoo that what is left needs to be removed.
  • Saturate a cotton ball or tissue (or paper towel) with baby oil.
  • (I like to use a paper towel folded into the size of the tattoo, but that’s just me and my OCD talking.)
  • Press the saturated paper towel (or whatever) onto the remains of the temporary tattoo.
  • Count for 30-seconds. (Again, dancing or singing seems to make this tolerable for almost everyone involved.)
  • Wipe gently.
  • Resist the urge to scrub fiercely.  (And you won’t really have to scrub if you are generous with the baby oil.)
  • More than likely, you won’t have to repeat the above steps more than twice before the tattoo goobers come off.

And, that’s it!

The tattoo is removed and sanity is restored!

…well, back to previous levels, that is.  ;)

Shadow Portrait January 2009: The weather-related whiplash edition

Yesterday was such a gorgeous day!  The three of us were able to take a walk around the lake and play at the playground.  On the way back, we took some new shadow portraits in the ice of the lake.

It was hard to decide which shadow portrait to use for the header this time, because I liked quite a few of them for different reasons.

Here is the one I chose.  (Click over from your FeedReader to check it out!)

Click to enlarge.

Shadow Portrait January 2009

Shadow Portrait January 2009

In this one, we are standing in Momma, Claire and Daddy order.  Claire is playing with a new favorite stick she found along the way.  Daddy’s just chillin’ on the side, waiting for me to take as many shots as I can before the shortest subject in our charge runs out of the frame and we move to the next location on my mental list of places to capture shadows on the ice.

I love the colors in this one:  the golden-brown of the grass, the smoky gray of the ice, the crisp cobalt blue of the shadows on the white snow.

When we took these photos, the sun was shining and it was almost 60-degrees, but you can see where the waves are still frozen in time.

It would be naïve to think that Winter is over, and we’ve lived here long enough to know that it’s not.  But, I’ll gladly suffer from the weather-related whiplash if it means I can take ice photos in shirt-sleeves.  ;)

Read about our other Shadow Portraits here!

In case you missed it: A wonderful place for a picnic

Here is the full-version of my latest writing piece at Mile High Mamas, the parenting blog for The Denver Post!

A wonderful place for a picnic
January 9, 2009

Momma writes at The Casual Perfectionist, and just like the name indicates, she is an admitted perfectionist, but she’s trying to be casual about it. She and her husband have a 3-year-old girl named Claire. Momma is a firm believer in the fact that if you haven’t laughed today, you weren’t really paying attention.

Our little girl turned three at the end of November. Finally she’d reached the magical age printed on most toys. She’d officially graduated into the 3+ realm. Awesome!

One of my aunts sent Claire a birthday present, and I was so excited when Claire ripped open the paper to reveal a board game! It was Chutes and Ladders™! I hadn’t thought about that game for years, and I was so happy to realize that Claire had finally reached the age where we could start exploring board games together.

As cliché as it sounds, it is amazing how quickly time flies. My little girl is ready for board games? Who knew!?

Knowing how much of a perfectionist I am, the realistic part of my brain issued the rest of my body a warning: Yes, she’s only three. Yes, she just turned three. Yes, I know to be patient with her. Still, I couldn’t wait! I love board games! I love Chutes and Ladders™! Or, at least I thought I did. Who doesn’t like Chutes and Ladders™? This is going to be so much fun!

Later that day, Claire begged to get out her new game. She didn’t have to ask twice, because I was excited to open up the box and check out the blast from my past. As we were setting it up, I was wondering how this would go. Would she want to take turns? She doesn’t usually have a problem taking turns, so we’ll be fine. She loves counting things, so jumping her little cardboard person on each square should be fun for her, too! And, there’s the number wheel! Who doesn’t love spinning the spinner-dealie!?

I got all the plastic parts punched out of the packaging grid, and I let Claire choose her person. She wanted to set up all the characters, so I let her do that. Once all the little blue plastic bases were assembled, we’d be ready to go!

And it all went downhill from there.

Taking turns wasn’t an issue. Spinning the wheel wasn’t an issue. She loved hopping her little cardboard person onto the different squares, counting out each number. It was the entire concept of the board game that was lost on Claire. She didn’t want to climb a fake ladder with her cute little person, even if it meant she was winning. She wanted to have a conversation with her cute little person, on that square over there! And, look! That looks like a great place for the other cute little cardboard people to join her little cardboard person for a picnic!

In a matter of less than three minutes, I’d lost all control of the board game. I tried to remind myself that it was just a game. The point of the game was to have fun, right? She was a having a great time until I started pestering her about following silly little rules! But, if I don’t teach her the importance of rules, who will? But…she’s three! It’s a game! Let it go! I couldn’t.

I had to find a way out of this. Has Chutes and Ladders™ always had 100 squares!? Wait. Who says we have to make it to the end for one of us to win? Yay! You won! Now, it’s time to play with something else! Rather than have my head explode, I’d found a way to wrap up the game, and she helped me dismantle the little cardboard people, and we went onto another activity.

I’d fully intended to carefully hide that wonderful game until she was older. Maybe when she was five? Yep, two more years would be enough time. But, I didn’t put it out of sight quickly enough. The next day, she not only remembered the wonderful game we’d played the day before, she could see it up on the shelf.

Great.

So, I got it down for her. I helped her get the box open, and then I told her to go ahead and set up the pieces while I finished up what I was doing at my desk. She’d remembered how to put the little plastic bases on, and she put the spinner where I had set it the day before.

And, before I could get over there and start ruining things again, she’d started her own game. She danced her little people around the board, involving them in all sorts of conversations. A couple of them were having a picnic over by the Chute at Number 49, because there was a little girl who had cookies to share right there! And, another little cute cardboard person was going to play with the puppy at the top of Ladder 42. And when they were all done with that, they all started dancing together with the other one in the middle of the board.

Every few minutes she’d spin the spinner and shout out the number. “Momma, Chutes and Ladders™ is fun!” Claire said with the enthusiasm that only a 3-year old can possess.

“I know! It is…isn’t it!?” And, I realized that it was.

There will be plenty of time for her to learn the real rules to Chutes & Ladders™. Right now, the important part is that she has fun and gets to use her imagination. And, I’m learning to let the silly little things go. When she’s older, I’ll introduce games where following the rules is the fun part, but we’re years from that point…and I’m okay with that.

In the meantime, I’m toying with the idea of adding another game to our collection. Doesn’t Candyland™ sound like a wonderful place for a picnic?

In case you missed it: No wonder they don’t want to leave.

Back in December, I wrote a piece for Mile High Mamas, the parenting blog for The Denver Post. Things got a little hectic in December, and I thought I posted the full version here, but I didn’t!  So, here it is!

It’s no wonder they don’t want to leave!
December 12, 2008

Momma writes at The Casual Perfectionist, and just like the name indicates, she is an admitted perfectionist, but she’s trying to be casual about it. She and her husband have a 3-year-old girl named Claire. Momma is a firm believer in the fact that if you haven’t laughed today, you weren’t really paying attention.

One of our favorite places to play is a local play-area at a Rec Center near us. The indoor play-structure was built with a tree house theme in mind, and all of the tunnels stretch out above the room, like the branches of a tree. It’s great because the parents can stand or sit down below and chat while their kiddos crawl through miles and miles of tubing above. There are many different compartments, most all with windows overlooking the room below. There are different slides throughout so that you can easily get down…only to run around like a crazy person on the squishy floor of the play area and climb the spiral stairs up again.

Claire and I have been here many times. Our Moms’ Club meets there on occasion (more now, in colder weather, since meeting at a park to play is so nice-weather-dependent). It’s great to meet my friends and chat while Claire plays with the friends she knows in the group and meets new friends who happen to be playing there that day as well.

But, it wasn’t always like this.

At first, Claire didn’t want anything to do with the looming structure. The stairs were too enclosed, and the tunnels too confining, and she’d get three steps up and start crying for me. The whole thing turned into more of a stressor than a playful relaxing time, so I opted not to go to the playdates at the center. Our group has so many activities during the week that it was fine to pick and choose.

Eventually, we started going again. Claire started getting more and more comfortable with going up the stairs into the structure by herself, and the more she did it, the more confident she became. Sometimes she’d venture out on her own, and sometimes all it took was an older or more confident explorer to say, “Hey! Come play with me!” and off they’d go.

And, now, we’ve reached a new level….

A couple weeks ago, we were meeting some of our Moms’ Club members at the center. Claire was having a blast playing with the other kids. It was nearing the time to go, and one of the moms had to leave. She and her little boy, Ryan, said their goodbyes, and another friend and I continued with our chatting, watching our kids, Claire and Heath disappear up into the structure.

Ryan is a little older than Heath and Claire, and he is awesome at being a good helper. Ryan is an expert at finding other kids in our group and bringing them back down, or helping them get to the slides. He’s also great at answering the “Where are they now?” question that we holler up at him every now and then.

So, Ryan is gone, and we can’t find Heath or Claire anywhere.

There is only one entrance to the play area room, and we know they didn’t escape. We saw them go up the spiral stairs, but we can’t see them in the cool helicopter section nor the awesome car with the spinny-flower steering wheel. Where could they be?

We start calling for them.
No answer.

We listen for them.
No luck.

I look at my friend.
“I’m goin’ in. Wish me luck!”

And, with that, I ascended the spiral stairs into a completely different world. No wonder they didn’t want to come down! I mean, come on!! This is so cool! The different colored tubes make the air glow, and there are so many different ways to go and things to see!

I crawl over to a couple different areas we know they like, but I can’t find them.

Just as I’m trying to decide which way to go next, I see a little bitty girl just crying her eyes out. There is another little girl sitting with her. She looks at me and says, “Ashley wants her mommy!”

And, then I can hear a mommy calling for Ashley.
Poor little Ashley has figured out how to get up the stairs but doesn’t know what to do next. We’re all congregated near the top of one of the slides. “This is Ashley?” I ask the older girl. She tells me it is, and Ashley just sobs harder. Knowing that I would want someone to help Claire if she were in a similar situation, I had to act.

I call down the tube-slide, “Is Ashley wearing all pink?”

“Oh, someone’s up there!” I can hear the relief in the woman’s voice. “Yes! Yes, Ashley is in all pink!”

I am horrible at guessing ages, but I would have a hard time believing that Ashley was much older than a typical one-year old. If that. I didn’t want to be responsible for tossing her down the slide, and the thought of negotiating the spiral stairs with a squirming toddler in my arms was daunting.

Then I got an idea.

“If you don’t mind, I’ll bring her down the slide. Would that be okay?” I yelled down to Ashley’s Mommy.

“You would!? That would be great!”

Ashley wanted nothing to do with this plan. She didn’t want to be up there but, she certainly didn’t want anything to do with this strange woman who was not only awfully close to her, but was trying to pick her up and get her to go down the slide.

Luckily, this particular slide is very gradual, and I was able to slowly wind my way down without dropping poor little Ashley, who was screaming at the top of her lungs by this point.

As I got to the bottom, and got off the slide, I handed Ashley to a very grateful Mommy.

“Well, the good news? Your daughter does NOT like going to strangers! The bad news? I still have no idea where the two are that I actually went up there to find.”

During the whole ruckus with Ashley, I thought I’d heard Heath’s mom call up to me that she’d found him, but now, I didn’t see them anywhere! No Heath. No Claire. And, now I couldn’t even find my friend.

So, I reached into my pocket for my cell phone and called her. She popped her head out of the bathroom and told me that she’d found Heath, but couldn’t resume the search for Claire until they’d taken care of a more pressing matter.

When they were done in the bathroom, she told me that Heath thought Claire might be in the other section…the section where the bigger kids go. I’m not even sure how to get into that section, and Claire had never really played over there. This time, my friend went in.

I stood down below holding Heath’s hand while my friend searched for Claire.

She found her!

Claire was playing with a new friend she’d met in the tunnels and had no idea why we felt it necessary for the fun to end.

Adults are no fun, and if given a choice, she’d stay in the tubes all day, thankyouverymuch.

It took some creative coaxing on the part of my friend, but soon they emerged, and we were all reunited.

The comedy routine we were inadvertently trapped in had ended, and it was time to say goodbye to the magical world of the play-structure. I can only imagine how funny the whole thing seemed to an outsider.

We have since returned and were able to leave without incident. I’m not sure if my “you HAVE to come when we call for you” speech has really sunk in or if we’ve just been lucky enough to catch them before they get pulled back into the tunnels by unseen forces.

And, now that I’ve been up there, I know what we’re dealing with…and it’s amazing that we ever get them down.

Who knew an old lady dice game could be so much fun!?

So, one of my friends tricked me into playing Bunco, and now I’m hooked.  What is Bunco and how can someone as with-it and on-top-of-things as I am *cough* get tricked into anything, you ask?  ;)

Well, it’s simple.

I was duped.  :)

But, she’s my friend, so I forgive her.  Plus, she reads my blog every now and then, so I should play nice and tell you the whole story.  ;)

It all stems back to something that happened years ago, way before we’d ever met.

Years ago, one of my other friends called me, out of the blue, to play Bunco.  I’d never heard of it, and quite frankly, her description of ladies sitting around rolling dice for prizes sounded, how should I say it?…unappealing.  I politely declined and told her I was busy that particular night.  When she kept calling, I finally told her that I was sure it was a great game, and I’m glad she enjoyed it, but I wasn’t interested.  It’s hard to tell people you’re not interested in something near and dear to their hearts, but she seemed to take it well.

She never brought it up again.  Fast forward years and years, and I hadn’t heard about Bunco since.

Then, another of my friends told me she was trying to organize a Moms’ Night Out and wanted to know if I would be interested in joining them.  Yes!  I was!  Then, she told me the date and I told her I was available!  Sweet!  THEN, she told me she was hosting Bunco at her house.

Aaaaaaaaaaaargh.
Foiled!

I’d been outwitted.  I couldn’t back out now!  Now, in my friend’s defense, she didn’t know about what had happened years earlier.  And, I don’t think she was trying to be sneaky.  I even joked with her that had she told me it was Bunco before I accepted the invitation, I would have been “busy” (massive finger air-quotes on “busy”) that night.  I mean, isn’t Bunco some old lady dice game?  “I don’t know,” I said with a sigh.  “People seem to like it, so I suppose it wouldn’t hurt to try.”

My friend assured me it was fun, and that I’d have a good time.  Either way, I was going to be out of the house for some much needed Momma-time, so I figured I’d give it a shot.

I went to the event with an open mind and then tried not to panic when they started to tell us the rules.

I thought this was supposed to be easy??  There were what seemed to be an awful lot of rules.  What do you mean it’s easier to play than it is to explain to someone?

Well, once we got the game rolling, it was!  It was such an easy game to play and so much fun!  I had a great time!  The next month, we all got together again to play.  This time, we had new people joining, and I recognized the deer in headlights look on their faces.

“Don’t worry,” I said, like I was an expert.  “It’s much easier to play than it is to explain.”  And they discovered that it was!

In fact, I had so much fun playing again that I volunteered to hostess the next one.  We played on Wednesday night.  We had a blast!

So, how do you play?  Well, as with anything, there are different rules and variations.  And, it really is easier than it sounds.

But, for the sake of explanation, here is the way we play Bunco:

  • Everyone puts in $5 to cover prizes, and you can either play for prizes or cash.  We’ve done it both ways, and each way is equally fun.
  • You need at least 12 players, which are divided into three tables of four players each. (You can have more than 12 people, but increments of 4 makes it all easier.)
  • Each table has three dice.
  • You always have a partner, but your partner changes after each round.
  • The people at the Head Table determine the length of each round.
  • Each player has a score card that they use to keep track of the following things:  Wins, Losses, Snakes, Buncos, and Baby Buncos.

Snakes?
Buncos?
Baby Buncos?
Translation please?

Wins and Losses are self explanatory.  At the end of a round, if you and your partner have more points than the other team, you win that round.  The other team loses.  You mark it as such on your score card.  (How many points you have at the end of the round doesn’t really matter and isn’t really recorded anywhere.  It’s either a win or a loss.)

Snakes are what you call three 1s. For example, a person rolls the dice, and they come up with three 1s.  A Snake wipes out all the points you’ve accumulated so far in the round.  Doh!  So, they’re “bad,” but the more snakes you get the bigger your chance of winning a prize for it.  Still, you don’t want snakes.

Bunco is what you call three of whatever number round you’re on.  For example, we start out our game at Round 2.  The object of the game in Round 2 is to roll as many 2s as you can.  If any of the three dice you throw is a 2, you get to roll again.  (As soon as you don’t roll any 2s, you pass the dice to the next person.)  You get one point per 2 that you roll.  IF you throw the dice, and all three of them are 2s, you have a Bunco!  (You get 21 points for Buncos, in addition to however many single 2s you rolled in your turn.)

Baby Bunco is what you call three of any other number, other than the round you’re on.  For example, if you’re on Round 2, and you throw the dice and all three dice are 4s, you have a Baby Bunco.  You get 5 points for those.

Which brings us to partners, and this was the hardest thing for me to grasp when they were explaining it the first time.

For each round, you have a partner.  Let’s pretend we’re on Round 3, and we’re sitting at the Head Table.  The object is to roll as many 3s as possible.  You are partners with the person across the table from you.  One of you keeps score for your team, for that round.  (Your official score card is set to the side.)  Let’s say you’re rolling the dice first.  You roll a 3, 2, and a 1.  Your partner marks down one tally mark for the 3 that you rolled.  You pick up the dice again and roll three 4s.  Baby Bunco!  Your partner marks an additional five tally marks on the paper and you put one tick-mark by the Baby Bunco spot on your score card, because you’re the one who rolled it.  (You are in this together with your partner for tally-marks only, but the person who rolls the specials gets the credit for those.)  You roll the dice again, and get 2, 4, and 5.  You have no 3s, so you pass the dice to the next person.

Still with me?

They roll a 1, 4, and 6.  Bummer…no 3s.  So, they pass the dice to your partner.  She rolls three 3s.  Bunco!  Sweet!  She marks 21 tally-marks (or writes 21 and adds it up later) on the score sheet and then marks 1 Bunco on her personal score card.)  She rolls again and gets 3, 4, and 6.  So, she marks another tally-mark for the 3.  Then, she rolls a 4, 6, 6.  The round is over, and because you guys are at the Head Table, and because you reached 21-points, you ring the bell, signaling the end of Round 3 for everyone.

A note about the Head Table:  As soon as one team at the Head Table reaches 21, the round is over for everyone.  You get 21 points for a Bunco, so that will do it, or if one of the teams rolls enough tally-marks to reach 21, the round is over.  Some rounds are short.  Others are long.

If you’re not at the Head Table, you play the same way, only you can get as many points as you can.  The team with the most points at the sound of the bell wins that round.  On the score sheet, you mark whether you won or lost for that particular round, and then you follow the directions on the table.

Each table has a card that says, “Losers move to Table 2” or “Winners move to Table 1” etc.  And, you and your partner move to the next table (or stay, as the case may be) and then play with a new partner.

You play as many rounds as your time allows.  We can usually get through three sets (going from Round 2 through Round 6 and then starting over at Round 2 and going again.)  At the end, everyone tallies up their wins and losses, snakes, baby buncos, buncos, and the prizes are divvied out.

Like I said, once you see it in action, it will click.  Reading about it or trying to follow someone explaining it can make your eyes glaze over.

It only took about one round for me to figure it all out.  And, the hardest part was not yelling Yahtzee!  ;)

At least she’s not singing about the plague**

As you know, Claire makes up words to songs.  She even makes up new songs with her own tune and will sing those for me throughout the day.

The other day, after swimming lessons, she was singing something that sounded like Ring Around The Rosie, but I heard something about pockets and chocolate, and I just couldn’t figure it out.

I asked her to sing it again for me, and she would, but something wasn’t quite right.  I knew the swimming teacher was having the girls play a game that looked like Ring Around The Rosie, so I just thought Claire was getting the words mixed up.

At the next class, I tried to listen, and sure enough, they were saying something about pockets and chocolate, and I couldn’t catch all of it.

I couldn’t let another day go by without finding out the words to this version, so when they were finished with the class, I went up to the teacher.  I asked her about the song they’d been singing that sounds like Ring Around The Rosie, but wasn’t.

She sang it for me:

Ring around the rocket
A pocket full of chocolate
Astronaut!  Astronaut!
We all blast off!

Mystery solved!

So, as it turns out, Claire wasn’t making up things!  They really were singing about pockets and chocolate!

And, I’m glad I asked…or I would have never figured it out!

**Okay, according to Snopes, Ring Around The Rosie really isn’t about the plague!  But, I’m not the only one who thinks it is, so I’m not changing the title of this post. ;)

Here’s my card

Nearly every job I’ve had in the past came complete with a business card.  There is something so tangible about a business card.

See?  I have a real job.  That’s my name.  That’s my title.  That’s me.  You want to know how to reach me?  Here.  Here’s my card.

I’ve had real jobs that didn’t come complete with business cards, and I made peace with it.  But, there’s just something about business cards that makes my heart go pitter pat.

Now that I’m focusing on my writing and raising Claire, things are different.  I run around all day, meeting all kinds of people, and I know that the job I do is very real, but it’s just not the same as the corporate or sales jobs I’ve had before.  I really missed having business cards, and I toyed with the idea of getting cards made for my blog, but I pushed that to the back of my mind.

This was my new life now…my new business card-less life.

A week ago, I took Claire to play with some friends at one of the indoor play areas we like to frequent, and as we were about ready to go, this woman comes up to me.  She has a strange look on her face, and she has a little girl with her.  This is a little girl that I’d seen Claire playing with, so I smiled.

“Is that your daughter?” the woman asks with a very accusatory tone in her voice.  She’s pointing to Claire.

Oh no.  Has Claire done something dreadful?  I keep a pretty good eye on Claire, and she’s really good for the most part, but the way the place is designed, I can’t see her 100% of the time.  Had she done something to this little girl?

“Well, is she?” the woman asks again, barely waiting for my answer.

“Yes, she is.  Is everything okay?”

“Well, they were playing together…” she says, pointing to the little girl standing beside her.  The little girl is smiling, so it can’t be that bad, can it?  Still, what’s with the tone?

“Yes?…” I nodded.  I didn’t want to interrupt, and I couldn’t tell if she was done.  I glanced at my friend, and she looked like she didn’t know what to make of this either.

“Anyway, they had a great time playing together, and I’d like to set up a playdate with you,” the woman said.

Oh!  All of a sudden, my brain switched gears.  This wasn’t going to be a confrontation!  I wasn’t going to have to use any of my problem-solving skills!

Until she asked me for my number…

We started chatting, and I looked for something to write on.  You know, if I had business cards, this would be simple.  She ended up putting my number in her phone, and I wrote her name and number in my calendar.  Time will tell if we actually meet up again for a playdate, but the gesture was nice.

After she left, I looked at my friend and let out a big sigh of relief.  “Whew!  Ohmygosh, I thought I was in trouble!  I thought Claire had done something to that little girl!  I don’t know why I thought that, because she’s usually really good, and they were obviously having fun…but still!  I wasn’t sure where that was going!”

My friend said she had been confused by the whole situation as well.  But, we were both glad it had turned out the way it did.

On the drive home, I decided that it was time for business cards.  Yes, the job I have is non-traditional and business cards wouldn’t be necessary, but this kind of thing happens a lot…a lot more than I realized it would when I started this gig.  There have been many times when I wished I could just hand someone my card.

When I got home, I asked one of my other friends for the link she’d posted about a cool business card place.  She’d used VistaPrint with great results, so I went online, designed my cards (using their handy card-designing-template-thingie), and ordered them!

They arrived yesterday, and I couldn’t be more pleased with the results!  (If I meet you in real life, you will see that my name and phone number haven’t been blurred out.)  ;)

Writer, Blogger, Momma to Claire

Writer, Blogger, Momma to Claire

I see myself as more than just “Momma to Claire” but having that on my business card will be handy for the people we meet who want to do playdates.  Who was she again?  Oh, that’s right…she’s the one with the little girl named Claire. I want to do more with the writing and blogging communities in real life, so these business cards will be good for that role as well.

I can’t wait to start using them!  :)

Life’s about a dream

“Row, row, row your boat
Gently down the street.
Merrily, merrily, merrily
Life’s about a dream.”

~As sung by Claire, age 3

Hopefully we won’t have to row our boat down the street anytime soon.  And, there is something so pleasant about the thought that life is about a dream.  ;)