600

Me and Bob back in my ninth month on the mom job

It's a special day.
Today is the last day of the year.
Today is also my 600th smacksy post.
Thank you for spending a little part of your days here.
I am thrilled to spend part of my days with you.
And really? Every day is special.
That's what it's all about.

Resolving

It's resolution season and I've been thinking. Not 4am freak-out thinking, but something a tad more constructive than my usual late night over-thinks. I've come up with a few changes I'd like to focus on around here. Most of the changes focus on acceptance:

1. I will accept that my boy is done with trucks unless they are Clone Turbo Tanks from Star Wars: Attack of the Clones.

2. I will accept that no matter how many adorable Gap Kids outfits the small man has, he will always prefer to wear Star Wars Lego pajamas.

3. I will accept that my days of going barefoot in my own home are over unless I would like to suffer the constant pain of errant Star Wars Legos stabbing into the soft part of my arches.

4. I will accept that I may never remember the correct pronunciation for Coruscant, Kashyyk, Geonosians, and Zunama Sekot but my kid will never forget.

5. I will accept that I will be expected to participate in a minimum of four daily light saber battles on the back patio. I will also accept that I will never win a light saber battle on the back patio.

6. I will accept that Bob's new (Labrador-sized) Imperial AT-AT: All Terrain Armored Transport is just a toy and stop introducing it as our new dog, "Merv."

Can I get an Amen?

If you just can't get enough of me and my resolutions, my new column up over at Main Street this week deals with resolutions of a more financial style.

NMZ

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"Mom? Do you remember that bad dream I had last night about the monsters who were eating me?"

"I remember."

"I'm afraid of monsters and I need you to fall me asleep tonight."

"I will but you know there are no real monsters, right?"

"But there are in my dreams."

"While you're dreaming can you tell the monsters that your dreams are an NMZ?"

"What's that?"

"A No Monster Zone."

"Maybe I can, but it might be easier if I just take them by their monster hands and throw them off of the world."

"Yep. That sounds easier."

Hearts

"Bob?"

"Yeah?"

"I really love you so much."

"Thanks, Mom... Mom?"

"Yeah?"

"I really love Mace Windu so much."

"Yeah."

"I mean a lot."

"Got it."

Worth Every Penny

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Bob made his second annual trip to the 99 Cent Store to do his Christmas shopping. The results were spectacular. With careful consideration, he managed to find an item that was somehow perfect for each recipient on his list...

For Jeff: A pair of aviator sunglasses
"Just like the ones he has but with no scratches!"

For Bajan (Jeff's Mom): An angel figurine holding a small red heart
"She'll like the wings-lady."

For Pops (Jeff's Stepdad): A calculator
"Pops will know how to use this with the numbers."

For Mee Mee (My Mom): A blue vase with a shell pattern around the top
"Because Mee Mee likes the beach."

For Aunt Jill (Jeff's Sister): A compact of assorted lip gloss
"For wearing her make ups."

For Aunt Jen (Bob's Godmother): A green vase
"Because Aunt Jen really likes green."

And for me, his mother...


A pint of Hydrogen Peroxide Solution
"Because it's so super good."

Smacksy Sunday Links

Photo via We Heart It

Here is a Christmas classic by Lenny and the Squigtones from my all-time-favorite sitcom, Laverne and Shirley.

And then a sweet holiday story about a couple and Santa and mistaken identity. Via my friend Michael.

And some post-punk alpacas. You heard me.

Happy Sunday.

Wishing You the Best Christmas in the Galaxy

... and may The Holiday Force be with you!