Showing posts with label retro mommy blog. Show all posts
Showing posts with label retro mommy blog. Show all posts
Sunday, May 8, 2011
Wednesday, December 1, 2010
Retro Mommy Blog, Part 2
Continuing our series on what mommy blogging might have looked like back when I was a young'un.
Tonight was the 8th night of Hanukkah. The candles are burning down and the last presents have all been opened. Poohboy is watching over my shoulder as I write. He wants me to write about the presents he got. Why not? When in doubt about what to write, ask the 10 year old.
Okay, what did you get the first night? Silverbolt. Which one is he, a Transformer? I thought we had all of them. They keep making more. Oh, I see, it’s an Aerialbot. Well, as long as you’re happy. What’s that? You wish you got Modulok like your brother? Sigh… let’s just move on.
On the second night, you got Switchblade. That’s a plane too, right? Oh, that’s M.A.S.K., he says.
Night 3 was the 2nd Garfield Treasury. You seem unimpressed with that, Poohboy. But Garfield's your favorite! Well, yes, they’re the same Sunday strips you already have in your other Garfield books. No, Jim Davis doesn’t do new ones for it! We went through this with the 1st Treasury!
On night 4, you got the Garfield 1986 calendar, “Big Fat Hairy Dreams.” That one, you’re happy with? It has new content? Mazel tov.
On night 5 you got the Black Lion. That must be a Transformer. No? So how come your brothers also got lions, and they all go together to form a robot? Voltron? Good grief. Don’t roll your eyes at me, I don’t know how you keep them all straight.
Okay, what was night 6? Thunderhawk? You seemed happy with that. Another M.A.S.K.? Oh, this one’s the good guy. Poohboy’s singing the theme song now.
And on night 7, you got a $5 gift certificate to Captain Blue Hen. I know you’re excited about that. That’ll buy a whole stack of comic books. Can you go tomorrow? Ask your father.
And tonight, what did you get? Thundercracker? Is that like Thunderhawk? Oh, this one’s a Transformer. And a bad guy. And Thundercracker’s a plane, not a car… OK, I give up.
And you also got a Frizzly tonight. You haven’t stopped playing with that. It’s a little fuzzy worm with an invisible string you pull along behind you. So cute! I’m glad you like him. Thundercracker’s still in the box? Oh, okay. All in good time.
Thanks for helping me write tonight’s post, Poohboy! You have such a good memory. You remembered all your presents in exact order. Now, if you remember any of them in 25 years, that would really be impressive.
Okay Poohboy, you can go now. Mommy needs a break. Have you practiced your lines for the school play? Yes? Hmmm… I know! We can always sing another round of “Oh Hanukkah, Oh Hanukkah…”
Yeah, he bolted out of here at that. And so did the Frizzly.
Well, it’s true what they say. The holidays are all about the kids, am I right? Tonight, mine are happy, and that means, so am I.
I hope the holidays bring you and your family everything that you wish for.
Photo credits: mverde, Flickr Creative Commons. Amazon.com. abebooks.com. jquiz, Flickr Creative Commons
Saturday, December 14, 1985
8 Presents and 1 Happy Kid
Tonight was the 8th night of Hanukkah. The candles are burning down and the last presents have all been opened. Poohboy is watching over my shoulder as I write. He wants me to write about the presents he got. Why not? When in doubt about what to write, ask the 10 year old.
On the second night, you got Switchblade. That’s a plane too, right? Oh, that’s M.A.S.K., he says.
Okay, what was night 6? Thunderhawk? You seemed happy with that. Another M.A.S.K.? Oh, this one’s the good guy. Poohboy’s singing the theme song now.
And on night 7, you got a $5 gift certificate to Captain Blue Hen. I know you’re excited about that. That’ll buy a whole stack of comic books. Can you go tomorrow? Ask your father.
Thanks for helping me write tonight’s post, Poohboy! You have such a good memory. You remembered all your presents in exact order. Now, if you remember any of them in 25 years, that would really be impressive.
Okay Poohboy, you can go now. Mommy needs a break. Have you practiced your lines for the school play? Yes? Hmmm… I know! We can always sing another round of “Oh Hanukkah, Oh Hanukkah…”
Yeah, he bolted out of here at that. And so did the Frizzly.
Well, it’s true what they say. The holidays are all about the kids, am I right? Tonight, mine are happy, and that means, so am I.
I hope the holidays bring you and your family everything that you wish for.
Posted by mom2poohboy at 8:25 PM
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Photo credits: mverde, Flickr Creative Commons. Amazon.com. abebooks.com. jquiz, Flickr Creative Commons
Saturday, September 4, 2010
Retro Mommy Blog, Part 1
I enjoy reading many of the mommy bloggers out there. They are humorous, insightful, loving parents and advocates. I’m grateful to count several of them among my fans.
But at times, I do get a bit envious. Things have changed since I was growing up. In my day, we had no mommy bloggers. We had no knowledge of Asperger’s. No testing. No diagnosis. No access to the online community there is today. What would mommy blogging have looked like 25, 30 years ago? I wonder…
Well, here it is, Labor Day Weekend. How quickly this summer of ’83 has come and gone! Soon Poohboy and his brothers will be heading back to school. We’ve had a very busy summer – in fact, it’s taken me this long to get to the store and get the pictures developed! (BTW – Pathmark will now get them back to you in 5 days! So convenient!)
Here’s Poohboy and friends at his birthday party. I can’t believe he’s 8 already!
He picked out the Return of the Jedi cups and plates himself. In fact, for weeks he’d been planning out his party to the last detail. Case in point: one day he walks into the room with this dreamy look on his face and announces to whoever’s listening, “I wish that my birthday cake was… a whipped cream cake, with blue gel writing that says ‘Happy Birthday’… And jelly beans… and jelly beans around the edges! MMMMM! Sounds delicious, doesn’t it? Mm-Mm!” Um, yeah. A subtle hint-dropper, that one.
Poohboy’s had lots of fun with all his presents, but he seems to really enjoy the Legos. Here’s a picture he took of a house he built! Such a talented boy!
We took lots of family trips this summer. The kids are pretty good in the car ever since we started bringing the tape recorder so they can record themselves and play it back. They make up gibberish songs, speak in character for their stuffed animals, and audio-bomb each other’s monologues by shouting “Oh, hiii-yee!” Then, theyfight scream at each other end up crying have friendly sibling disagreements. But less often. So, this is a good thing.
Where was I? Oh yes. The trips. Here we are at Sesame Place to see the Bird.
And here’s Poohboy, his brothers, and dad enjoying the ball pit!
And, here’s a suddenly terrified Poohboy two minutes later after they all ventured into the deep end where their feet couldn’t touch the floor. He was convinced he was going to drown! Fortunately, the helpful attendant was there to save him.
This summer was also Poohboy’s second at JCC day camp. Here, he’s shooting baskets at Parents’ Night.
His counselor remarked to me that he never plays sports; he always sits on the side and watches. We ask him why, but he doesn’t want to say. Poohboy does like the art projects and swimming, but I wonder whether he likes camp overall. I’m just waiting for him to grow out of this phase and become more outgoing, so he can make lots of Jewish friends.
Unfortunately, not long after this was the Great Arm Break of 1983. So I get a call from camp, saying Poohboy had tripped over a tree root and started screaming bloody murder. The counselor said my son routinely spent minutes at a time circling round and round the big trees on the campground, while the other campers were off playing together. I’m starting to wonder what they pay these counselors to do, anyway.
Anyway, I arrive at the nurse’s office, where Poohboy is still distraught. It was like he was having a meltdown or something. At the doctor’s, he kept pleading, “I don’t want a cast! I don’t want a cast!” But eventually he calmed down and was relieved he would only have to wear it for a month. Soon he was back to his old self and building his own Frisbee golf course in our backyard!
And that about brings us up to date. Next week is the start of school. Poohboy will start the third grade, although he’ll go to fourth grade for reading and math. Such a smart boy! He’s always felt extra special to be a “double grader,” as he calls it. I’m proud of him too. If he can do it, why shouldn’t he have a head start? His teachers and I know this will help him get into a good school years from now, and have a successful career. Just think! The sky’s the limit for him!
OK, bragging over. That’s a long way off. For now, I’m so glad you could relive our summer memories with us. Stay tuned for our further adventures as we move into fall and the school year!
But at times, I do get a bit envious. Things have changed since I was growing up. In my day, we had no mommy bloggers. We had no knowledge of Asperger’s. No testing. No diagnosis. No access to the online community there is today. What would mommy blogging have looked like 25, 30 years ago? I wonder…
Sunday, September 4, 1983
End of Summer Wrap-Up
Well, here it is, Labor Day Weekend. How quickly this summer of ’83 has come and gone! Soon Poohboy and his brothers will be heading back to school. We’ve had a very busy summer – in fact, it’s taken me this long to get to the store and get the pictures developed! (BTW – Pathmark will now get them back to you in 5 days! So convenient!)
Here’s Poohboy and friends at his birthday party. I can’t believe he’s 8 already!
He picked out the Return of the Jedi cups and plates himself. In fact, for weeks he’d been planning out his party to the last detail. Case in point: one day he walks into the room with this dreamy look on his face and announces to whoever’s listening, “I wish that my birthday cake was… a whipped cream cake, with blue gel writing that says ‘Happy Birthday’… And jelly beans… and jelly beans around the edges! MMMMM! Sounds delicious, doesn’t it? Mm-Mm!” Um, yeah. A subtle hint-dropper, that one.
Poohboy’s had lots of fun with all his presents, but he seems to really enjoy the Legos. Here’s a picture he took of a house he built! Such a talented boy!
We took lots of family trips this summer. The kids are pretty good in the car ever since we started bringing the tape recorder so they can record themselves and play it back. They make up gibberish songs, speak in character for their stuffed animals, and audio-bomb each other’s monologues by shouting “Oh, hiii-yee!” Then, they
Where was I? Oh yes. The trips. Here we are at Sesame Place to see the Bird.
And here’s Poohboy, his brothers, and dad enjoying the ball pit!
And, here’s a suddenly terrified Poohboy two minutes later after they all ventured into the deep end where their feet couldn’t touch the floor. He was convinced he was going to drown! Fortunately, the helpful attendant was there to save him.
This summer was also Poohboy’s second at JCC day camp. Here, he’s shooting baskets at Parents’ Night.
His counselor remarked to me that he never plays sports; he always sits on the side and watches. We ask him why, but he doesn’t want to say. Poohboy does like the art projects and swimming, but I wonder whether he likes camp overall. I’m just waiting for him to grow out of this phase and become more outgoing, so he can make lots of Jewish friends.
Unfortunately, not long after this was the Great Arm Break of 1983. So I get a call from camp, saying Poohboy had tripped over a tree root and started screaming bloody murder. The counselor said my son routinely spent minutes at a time circling round and round the big trees on the campground, while the other campers were off playing together. I’m starting to wonder what they pay these counselors to do, anyway.
Anyway, I arrive at the nurse’s office, where Poohboy is still distraught. It was like he was having a meltdown or something. At the doctor’s, he kept pleading, “I don’t want a cast! I don’t want a cast!” But eventually he calmed down and was relieved he would only have to wear it for a month. Soon he was back to his old self and building his own Frisbee golf course in our backyard!
And that about brings us up to date. Next week is the start of school. Poohboy will start the third grade, although he’ll go to fourth grade for reading and math. Such a smart boy! He’s always felt extra special to be a “double grader,” as he calls it. I’m proud of him too. If he can do it, why shouldn’t he have a head start? His teachers and I know this will help him get into a good school years from now, and have a successful career. Just think! The sky’s the limit for him!
OK, bragging over. That’s a long way off. For now, I’m so glad you could relive our summer memories with us. Stay tuned for our further adventures as we move into fall and the school year!
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