Do you like it when I dress up as the Joker? Christian is The Riddler but I'll be honest with you, his hat is less Riddler and more Green Hornet.
As you large-headed folks know, it's slim pickins in the XL size hat section of Tailormaid. I found these blazers at DI many years ago and they just screamed Joker and Riddler to me. I was happy we got a chance to wear them to my friend's birthday costume party last week. I was getting ready in the bathroom while my kids watched the opening ceremony of the Olympics. I hope it will be a surreal memory for them for years to come--the kind you aren't sure really ever happened: "Voldemort was finally beaten by hundreds of flying Mary Poppins while mom sprayed her hair green and then there was a giant baby?"
"That can't be right. When would that have happened? I must have dreamed it."
I'm still at it over at Babble.com. Here are this week's posts, in case you missed them--which I doubt you did since I've been Tweeting them all like crazy in a desperate attempt to dance for my life. (But the judges aren't Mary, Nigel, and a friendly celebrity judge. They are hard-core Babble readers who love their kids, feel loyal to Canada, and think I'm doing wrong by the dog breed "Pitbull," which is, apparently, not even a dog breed. We will work our way through this together, friends. And I still believe I'll win those Babble readers over, yet!)
I want my kids to be likable: Occupy Parenthood
It feels like summer over here: You Know It's Summer In Provo When. . .
Cute/weird parents watching their gymnast daughter compete: Look At Aly Raisman's Parents
We all do it: Are You Trying to Replay or Correct Your Childhood
An argument for charity and interacting with the world instead of hiding from it: Having Kids Makes Me Care More About the World
It's not too late to make the most of the rest of your summer: Summer Crunchtime: 10 Ways to Make the Most of What's Left
An inspiring Nike commercial that I love: Greatness: We're All Capable of It
Thanks for reading, guys. All my blogs are dedicated to you. Life is pretty sweet. Sheesh.
Those sensitive Canadians. Sheesh.
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ReplyDeleteThose touchy Canadians make me tired.
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