I woke up this morning when my oldest crawled into bed with me for a snuggle. It’s been a while since she’s done that. I’ve missed it. Twenty minutes later the youngest came in and joined us. It’s been even longer since I’ve had both of them with me. For a few minutes they were my babies again, it felt nice. It felt like the world was a better place.
I was very sad when my youngest stopped waking up at 3am and crawling in bed with us. I enjoyed a more restful sleep and my disposition seemed to improve when the dark circles disappeared, but I missed that little body all nice and safe in my arms.
We slowly woke up and the morning gab-fest started. Somehow we got on the topic of tattoos. There is a shop downtown called Sorry Mom Tattoos and they think that is the best name for a tattoo shop ever. When we are down there I always ask them if they want a tattoo. A big red heart with mom written in the middle is my usual suggestion. They think I’m insane.
“They poke you with needles mom!” They shout. Then they run by screaming NO! I wonder what the shop owner thinks. I just walk by smiling and pretending not to notice. Denial is a large part of successful parenting.
“What would you name your shop?” I asked.
The youngest would simply call her shop Tattoo, but it would be a fancy sign. My oldest, she had a different idea. She would name her tattoo shop Free Lollipop with Tattoo. I hugged her tight and giggled. Poor thing, it seems like she inherited her mom’s sense of humor.
November 19th, 2007 at 12:59 pm
How do I claim my lollipop?
November 19th, 2007 at 1:09 pm
I’ll send it right out via passenger pidgeon. :)
November 19th, 2007 at 2:26 pm
It seems that another large part of successful parenting is encouraging your kids to do the things you’d rather they didn’t–cheating, getting tattoos, etc. Is this reverse psychology or something? I’m taking notes for later.
Oh yeah, and I’ll take grape, please.
November 19th, 2007 at 10:29 pm
the thin man worries that my tattoo (and the ones i will get in the future) will encourage the kids to get them… of course, that is the least of MY worries…
when i got my tattoo, i was in a san francisco storefront window reading one of those car selling weeklies while a friend of mine was desperately trying to get me to laugh outside.
i have strange friends. that’s what i’ll worry about - i’ll worry about the potentially strange friends my children will attract.
and you can keep the lollipop. ;)
November 21st, 2007 at 10:34 am
btw - i’ve tagged you as a thinking and rockin’ blogger - http://mamazilla.blogspot.com/.....random.htm
November 23rd, 2007 at 11:39 pm
Beloved - Grape it is and it’s the mail.
Mamazilla - Thank you for the awards. As soon as I get done painting and putting in the wood floor I’m going work on a post to properly thank you.
November 27th, 2007 at 4:37 pm
I talked to J about getting another tattoo. She says that now I’m too old for another one. What’s up with that anyway? I think she thinks that I am starting an early mid-life crisis with my desire for a new tattoo. I just think she’s got a stick up her backside and is being too frumpy. I love her…but I want a new tattoo!!!
November 28th, 2007 at 8:13 pm
Too old? No way! Maybe she’ll come around. Otherwise, how comfortable is your couch? :)