July 03 2009
Originally posted June 12, 2004 on a previous livejournal.com hosted blog.
A participant in Flashback Friday.
You know how parents are supposed to protect their young with every ember of fire inside them? Apparently, that’s not me. Jedi and I were lying on his blue-striped blanket in the middle of the living room floor, playing and giggling and having a fun Friday afternoon. Suddenly, I look above us and there is this ginormous bee monstrosity buzzing in midair. Before it had time to decide which head to land on, my instincts quickly kicked in. Without an ounce of hesitation, I ran for cover. Without my son.
I left my defenseless infant son to be attacked by a gigantic merciless stinging machine.
To add insult to injury, I left him there until the coast was clear as I peeked from safety around the corner. Luckily, it paid no attention to him as it made it’s way to the sunlight filtering through the window blinds. As soon as I could gather the courage, I swept up Jedi and scurried him to the sanctuary of his room.
At least J was home during this. With all my shrieking and squealing, he hurried in as fast as he could. Within minutes, the drone was dead and buried inside a napkin.
I’m willing to do just about anything for Jedi, but obviously getting stung by a bee is asking too much.
June 12 2009
Originally posted June 28, 2007 on a previous wordpress.com hosted blog.
A participant in Flashback Friday.
I woke up yesterday wanting birthday cake. Although, I also went to bed that night wanting cake. To be honest, I always want cake. 8 o’clock in the morning I want cake. In the middle of dinner I want cake. While mopping the kitchen floor I’m thinking how lovely a piece of cake would be.
One cannot live on cake alone, but I would sure be willing to try. I’d have my cake and eat it, too.
This is probably why we never keep cake in the house. I have a feeling that with all that cake, I would get one monster of a migraine. Or upset stomach, at the very least. It’s a wonderful idea, though, and sounds like a picture perfect version of heaven. Every meal consisting of cake. Chocolate cake. Carrot cake, which might be more feasible since it’s a vegetable. Although, does the vegetable count if it’s in a cake with mounds of cream cheese frosting?
When Jedi got up that morning, he ran into the living room where I was already feeding Buzz breakfast. “It’s your birthday!”, he informed me excitedly, “but where’s your birthday streamers?” “Mommy doesn’t get those.”, I replied. “Where’s your birthday cake?”, he asked, probably thinking Mommy’s really getting jipped on this birthday deal. “Mommy doesn’t get that, either.”, I said sadly. “You might get the birthday cake”, J. reassured, “just wait until tonight.”
So I waited. And waited. Anticipation lurking in the air.
Right when I thought I couldn’t wait any longer, he was home. WITH CAKE! Chocolate cake. Delicious cake. I now have enough cake to last for days.
He also brought flowers, which are beautiful and wonderful. But nothing says I love you so much that not only do I not mind if you gain 10 extra pounds, but here, let me help with that, oh, and Happy Birthday, quite like cake.
