Abridge To Brooklyn

Cjane wrote this today about how being a mom is like Groundhog day.

At first, I was set to agree, but then I remembered:

Yesterday we turned our sidewalk into a zoo. The giraffe went blind (too close to the sun up there…so he has to wear glasses.)

The Elephant is going through a rebellious phase and keeps getting parts pierced.

The Octopus….Well…I distinctly remember asking, “Jace…how many legs does an Octopus have?”

He said, “I don’t know. With a name like OCTOpus its hard to remember.”

Yet this one still has only six legs!?!

And last of all, this Croc likes chap-stick about as much as Noelle does. Except she wears it instead of eating it.

Today we
a. Rehearsed, “Preschool, the Musical,” During breakfast. (Its a little ditty I am thinking about making into a film that will turn us into superstars).
b. Played “boys” (little people) in Belle’s tent).
c. Showered and sang “Santa Clause” using the shower head as a microphone.
d. Ran out in the rain with our underwear on. (Both of us were wearing underwear. I was wearing additional clothing.)
e. Practiced the alphabet while swinging in the hammock.
f. Walked to story time.
g. Ate lunch.
h. Read books in Belle’s tent.
i. Nap time.

I’m thinking the forecast for tomorrow will be different as well.

So uh, mothering is not Groundhog Day– in my opinion. You just have to be willing to put red lips on the Croc and change things up a bit.