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I loved the book Gone Girl by Gillian Flinn. I recommend it reservedly because it contains a moderate amount of very crude language but ... -
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I'm bowled over by your playfulness! I aspire to it. How lucky there was a camera close by to capture the playful moment, right?
ReplyDelete(Yeah, you don't know me. Love your blog, though!)
That's....interesting.
ReplyDeletekudos--I can never figure out what to do with those things; clearly, I need a boy scout to lead the way.
ReplyDeleteYou are super!
ReplyDeleteLucky Sam. I know teenage boys love it when their moms play on the playground with them.
You play in a skirt? You are playful and stylish and brave. And stylish.
ReplyDeleteSo did you take the picture in order to prove to your kids when they're all grown up that you were the funnest mom ever--they just don't remember?
ReplyDelete"Whimsical" comes to mind! (and SO SPONTANEOUS!)
ReplyDeleteThis is how you break an ankle.
ReplyDeleteMy kids are writing their letters to Santa right now, asking for a new mom, more like you, for Christmas.
ReplyDeleteIt reminds me of the time my ten year-old wistfully said, "I wish I had a mom who was fun like HER. . ." as she motioned toward a really fun mom in our ward who happened to be chasing her children (in a full speed run) across the church parking lot. I really couldn't figure out what she was talking about, you know, if following your mom around art museums and fabric stores isn't FUN, I don't know what is. Glad to see you're making time for playfulness AND documenting it!
ReplyDeleteoh, this makes me laugh. lisa was right-on: whimsical!
ReplyDeleteI have recently come to the realization that I can't play. I don't have the gene for playing or something. When my kids started asking "Why dont' you play with us?" I felt all guilty and started scouring my brain, telling myself, Hey, I'm fun! I was the life of the party back in the day! People loved it! But when I got to thinking of childhood, the only thing I ever played with my sibs was school (I was the boss) and The Maggie B. (I was the boss), so technically I AM PLAYING WITH YOU GUYS--the only playing I know how to do. We're playing house, and, again, I'm the boss. Isn't it so fun?
[on a sad note, my nieces who live down there in Lehi--the ones I come to see so often--they are in therapy and their therapist told their {divorcing} parents that the oldest no longer knows how to play because of all the trauma of the past couple of years; she only knows how to be the mom. it's a sad thought, but I am pretty sur ethat's what happened to me. But I am kind of glad--I'm totally ok with not playing, but I just want my kids to know it's Nana's fault]