Memorial Day

My Grandfather, Robert Lee Zimmerman, Germany 1944

Today is for remembering with gratitude.

Smacksy Sunday Links

I am thrilled that my friend Dr. Tina Bryson has started a blog. She is a parenting expert and her real-world, real-mom advice is smart and delivered with a sense of humor. If you have children in your life or are surrounded by adults who act like children, sign up to have her new posts delivered to your email. You’re welcome.

I am the person who will spend 20 minutes looking at photos of collections of mason jars filled with buttons and the interiors of a stranger's lovely kitchen cupboards. I am not defending this, merely relaying the facts. I like the pictures over here. The photos are of nice stuff and pretty places and cute clothes.

And this is :33 seconds of delight.

Happy Three-Day-Weekend Sunday.

Smacksy Saturday Photo: All The Force, All the Time

I have recently heard Smacksy described by more than one person as "a blog about parenting and Star Wars." This is a step up from a year ago when it was described as "a blog that talks a lot about poop." Meanwhile... I have an excellent new poop story for you next week.

Ah, nostalgia.
Happy Saturday, everyone.

The Helper

“I’ve got to hurry, little guy. Have you seen my black –“

“Bra?”

“No, shoes. I need my black high heeled –“

“Bra? Your black bra?”

“No, honey, shoes. I can’t find my black heels.”

“You have a black shirt, you need a black bra.”

“I have it on. I need my shoes. Do you see them by the ottoman?”

“You are wearing a pink bra, you need the black one.”

“Bob? What’s going on? I have on my black bra.”

“You do not.”

“I do. See the strap? I changed. I’m wearing the black bra. Why are you obsessed with this? Dude, you’re four. What’s happening right now?”

“Right now you’re needing shoes.”

More Big Questions

“Mama?”

“Bob?”

“I want an ice cream sandwich.”

“Try that again.”

“May I have an ice cream sandwich please, beautiful Mama?”

“You may but after lunch.”

“Mom.”

“Bob.”

“What color is God’s cape?”

“God has a cape?”

“Yes. You know, so that he can fly all of the dead bugs up to heaven.”

“And he needs a cape?”

“He doesn’t have wings or anything so yeah, he needs a cape.”

“Like a superhero?”

“Yes. Except he’s God. He holds the dead bugs all in his hands. He takes them to bug heaven.”

“Sounds like you have this figured out.”

“Yes. Except the cape color.”

FYI

Momaw Nadon, so they tell me

It started with the collection of Star Wars action figures that Jeff had held on to since childhood and then passed on to Bob last summer. Add to this, one successful Star Wars themed birthday party, plus a number of almost over due library books, our home printer, and Bob’s status as the only grandchild on both sides. This has resulted in Bob’s bedroom currently housing the following:

Storm Trooper Costume
Anakin Skywalker Costume
Darth Vader Costume
Yoda Costume
37 Various Star Wars Images (Found on internet, printed out, hung on walls)
Clone Trooper Tank
Millennium Falcon Model
Podracer
22 Star Wars Action Figures
Set of Star Wars Sheets
Millennium Falcon Quilt
Star Wars Optical Command Unit
Star Wars Tie Interceptor
2 Star Wars T-Shirts
Star Wars Transformers Crossovers - Clone Trooper to AT-TE
4 Light Sabers
Star Wars Plate, Bowl and Cup Set
2 Star Wars Chubbies Series 2 Nesting Dolls
4 Star Wars Sticker Books
LEGO Star Wars: The Clone Wars Assassin Droids
9 Star Wars – Various Books
“Help Restore Order to the Galaxy” Poster
3 Clone Wars Hanging Party Favor Sparkly Things
R2-D2 Play Doh Playset
Star Wars Clone Wars Endor Speeder
Star Wars Transformers Obi-Wan Kenobi/Jedi Starfighter

Today Bob insisted that we hang on the wall in his room a 4” x 2” piece of paper with the words “Star Wars” on it. He explained that he needed to have it there because, “I have to let my friends know that I like Star Wars.”

So, now I guess the word is finally out.

Luke, I Am Your Father

This is Jeff in his dorm room back in his second year in college. Please note: futon, batik wall-covering, and most importantly the pillowcase. The Star Wars pillowcase. It covers his pillow not in a funny, ironic way but in a Star Wars-is-the-greatest-movie-ever-I-am-a-mathematics-major kind of way.

Our son now lays his sweet head on an identical pillowcase every night.

You can't fight genetics.