Ok. So I might like living near Chicago.
Zane is not so much a city-boy. Chip off the old block. My fiercely independent ten year old boy, the one who chides me for saying “I have to go potty” because “potty” embarrasses him and can’t I just say bathroom or restroom like everyone else? The one who is starting to not want me to kiss him and hug him and love him when people are around (oh my heart.)
This boy clung for dear life to my hand while crossing Michigan Avenue. He grabbed my hand himself. No prompting. Grabbed it and then held it with both of his and said, “This is a lot of traffic.”
And now I want to take him back to Michigan Avenue to play in traffic. I’m only kidding a little. This boy who suckled my breast for his first three years of his life and wouldn’t go to anyone except me now thinks I’m uncool and I might need one of the pretty white jackets and a few strong martinis (lemon drop, thank you) to get through what comes next. Who are you to judge if I take him to play in traffic so he’ll hold on a tighter for awhile longer?
That’s what I thought.
Alton Brown has been a staple in our home for quite some time now. We all love Good Eats and Iron Chef America. When I heard Alton was going to be in Chicago doing a discussion and signing for his newest book <—see the picture and click to see the information at Amazon.com, I knew we had to go. Even though the wait was long and the line was longer, I’m really glad we went.
We canceled our trip to Legoland to come see you and it was all Zane’s decision. I think you should feel pretty good considering Zane has three billion Legos in his room and has been bugging me to go to Legoland. Borders bookstore is the suck though. They baited us with hope of hearing your discussion then told us if we weren’t in the first 100 we couldn’t listen. Some crazies waited in line from 1pm til 7pm to see you. Not that you’re not worth it, but, uhm, that’s a long time. So we got there at 6pm and we HAD to buy your current book, otherwise we couldn’t see you either. So we bought it, we would’ve anyway, but they were mean about it. So really, we probably won’t ever go back to Borders (those bullies.)
You, however, redeemed the evening, Mr. Brown.
We sat on the floor of Borders and waited in line, talking to the nicest couple. For hours. Now, Zane is 10 and he’s pretty patient, but he was about ready to bail. Good thing the line moved. It was nearing 10pm and he was getting nervous as we neared the front of the line. The way you stopped and took time to look Zane in the eyes and ask him questions made my heart swell. You are such and admirable man. Thank you.
And then you did something I didn’t expect. Zane was the first kid you signed a book for, I think. When you left your place behind your signing table and went out into the line to sign all the kid’s books so they could go home and get to bed…That was integrity.
Thank you for that display of your character. I’m glad I got to witness it.
I wanted to tell the whole world what a good guy you are Alton Brown!
My boy is a decade old.
Remember 10? Mrs. Kaczmarek was my teacher. I was the only one who could spell her name right. It was a bonus word on our first spelling test. And I was also the only one who spelled the bonus word “rendezvous” correct on a different test. We had to write a dictionary that year of something we were interested in. Mine was on car parts. Mrs. Kaczmarek told me I needed to be more of a girl. I told her I was going to sign up for the Army and then I was going to be a truck driver and a writer.
I did sign up for the Army. I was a truck driver. I am a writer.
She didn’t believe me. I don’t know if anyone did.
Zane hasn’t told me yet what he wants to be. Engineering will be a part of it, I imagine.
I want to pay attention to his desires, his goal, his dreams. I wonder what he will do? What he will be?
She bakes the most yummilicious cakes.
Copy this note, ask your child the questions and write them down exactly how they respond. Tag me back if you have done this, I’d love to hear the answers.
1. What is something mom always says to you?
I love you
2. What makes mom happy?
3. What makes mom sad?
4. How does your mom make you laugh?
5. What was your mom like as a child?
6. How old is your mom?
7. How tall is your mom?
5 feet something
8. What is her favorite thing to do?
9. What does your mom do when you’re not around?
10. If your mom becomes famous, what will it be for?
11. What is your mom really good at?
12. What is your mom not very good at?
She is kinda good at everything
13. What does your mom do for her job?
14. What’s your mom’s favorite food?
15. What makes you proud of your mom?
She’s a writer
16. If your mom were a cartoon character, who would she be?
17. What do you and your mom do together?
18. How are you and your mom the same?
We are smart
19. How are you and your mom different?
20. How do you know your mom loves you?
I just know
21. Where is your mom’s favorite place to go?
Zane’s 9th and Phil’s Surprise 40th Birthdays
I’m tackling blogging today. Kind of.
- I forgot to post pictures of Zane’s birthday party in October. I tried to post last week and blogger was being a butt. So now, lucky Tackle It readers, you get to see the fruits of my labor.
- Saturday, we had a surprise 40th birthday party for Phil and it went over great! He didn’t even suspect at all! However, the day I made the food for the party he came home from work early and so I had to hide it in the garage fridge. And the house smelled so we had to eat some of it. And the day before the party, his boss called him off because work was slow. So I was STRESSED. It was worth it, but I promise, I won’t ever do that again!
Indiana Jones Cake
(I made it! Can you believe it??)
First time ever without the fedora
Sarah, Zane and Jacob
Zane reading the card Jacob made him
Phil and his cowboy boot slippers
Complete with horse shoes on the bottom
And 40 pair of underwear for his 40th Birthday
And (as if you didn’t know) today is election day.
So I voted.
You should, too.
Wear your pretty little dress and thigh-highs, okay?
You can see all of my tackles here.
Blogger is NOT being nice. I have more pictures to upload and I’ll tell you how I made the cake, but Blogger won’t let me upload anything except this.
I also have photos of my JC Penney UNBELIEVABLE shopping spree.
I bought Zane $966 (retail price) for $32.14!!
(Edit: I bought Zane CLOTHES, I didn’t buy Zane. Ack!)
So here’s your preview.
I probably won’t be around until Monday. I was supposed to write a blog for Friday, Saturday, Sunday and schedule them to be posted, but since I can’t upload anything I guess I’ll just scratch that off the list and you’ll have to wait!