Monthly Archives: December 2011

21 Questions

  • What is something that Mommy always says to you?

Cody: be quiet

Evan: what I imagine

  • What makes Mommy happy?

Cody: I have no idea

Evan: whenever we fart

  • What makes Mommy sad?

Cody: whenever daddy breaks up with you

Evan: whenever I fart

  • How does Mommy make you laugh?

Cody: never does

Evan: I don’t know

  • What was Mommy like as a child?

Cody: I don’t know

Evan: she had a ponytail

  • How old is Mommy?

Cody: 50

Evan: 31

  • How tall is Mommy?

Cody: 2’3

Evan: 12’3

  1. What is Mommy’s favorite thing to do?

Cody:talk to daddy

E van: play the computer

  • What does Mommy do when you’re not around?

Cody: eat cookie dough

Evan: buy chocolate and not let us eat it

  • If Mommy becomes famous, what will it be for?

Cody: writing a book

Evan: I can’t think of anything

  • What is Mommy really good at?

Cody: eating cake

Evan: playing the computer

  • What is Mommy not very good at?

Cody: not sharing cookie dough

Evan: I can’t think of anything

  • What does Mommy do for her job?

Cody: works at walmart, which gives mommy discounts on toys cody wants

Evan: works at a cash register and also gets discounts on toys evan wants

  • What is Mommy’s favorite food?

Cody: cookie dough

Evan: egg rolls

  • What makes you proud of Mommy?

Cody: the xbox

Evan: having us born

  • If Mommy were a cartoon character, who would she be?

Cody: miss mickey

Evan: peach

  • What do you and Mommy do together?

Cody: play games, go places and take car rides

Evan: play games

  • How are you and Mommy the same?

Cody: eye color

Evan: we’re not

  • How are you and mommy different?

Cody: gender

Evan: there’s a whole bunch of things different

  • How do you know mommy loves you?

Cody: you’ve told me before

Evan: you feed me

  • Where is mommy’s favorite place to go?

Cody: her happy place

Evan: computer land


2011: In Pictures

Evan was the first of my children to need a cast.

We played lots of baseball this year.

We even won some medals.

We raised a very large flag.

We went to the carnival.

We believed in magic.

I won Nanowrimo, and wrote a book.

There’s a cookie on my tree again.

The Christmas Cookie

Many (many, many, many) years ago, I was in kindergarten. It was Christmas time, and the teacher had us all make cookie ornaments.

I vaguely remember doing this. The one part of it that sticks out in my mind is that the cookies were made using (mostly) edible ingredients- the things that mothers use to make real cookies that you can eat. So, there I was, all of 5 years old, making a cookie, using a cookie cutter, and then being slightly disappointed when I found out that we could not eat these cookies.

(Bah, humbug says my 5 year old self.)

But then, after the cookies were baked, the teacher brought out the paints. And we got to paint these non-edible cookie ornaments. Which, to my 5 year old mind, was second only to eating these cookies that we made.

After it was dry, it was put in a little bag, and I got to take it home to Mom, who oooed and ahhed over it and then hung it on the tree. Every year after that, we would bring out the cookie ornament and hang it on the tree. It was my cookie ornament, and I liked it.

Then, one year not too long ago, mom announced that it was time to retire the cookie.

And my twenty something year old self cried a little inside. It was my cookie ornament. I tried to plead with her- it was a tradition! Every tree needs a cookie ornament! She was ruining my childhood!

She didn’t buy it.

So, away went the bright red cookie ornament that wouldn’t crumble. To this day, Mom’s tree just isn’t the same without a twenty something year old cookie on it.

Today, my eight year old son, the one who acts like a Daddy’s boy but is, in reality, a Mommy’s boy, who has already given me an Ariel pin to wear on my badge at work, and a Santa ornament for the tree, and homemade scented pinecones that I can actually put out without getting a migraine, made me a cookie ornament of my very own.

I hope that this cookie ornament lasts as long as mine did for my mom.