It's been a long six weeks, but the revision is done and I can return to the land of the living! Yay!
Couple of orders of business (orders of business, I sound all official! Ha!) I am chatting with the InkPoppers over at InkPop.com tomorrow at 5:--PM EST. It will be a forum-style Q&A so drop by if you can, but even if you can't the forum will remain up! Here is where it should be. You can see there are questions there already.:)
I will also be doing a couple of other live chats over the next few weeks, so stay tuned! I'll put up details soon. I love chatting and obviously can't tour everywhere, so if you're in a city I missed, you will have lots of opportunities to ask your questions anyway!
I have a two (almost three!!) year old son named Gid who I talk about fairly frequently because he started terrible twos at one and I suspect they will go till at least four. Tonight alone, he shattered the side of my vegetable drawer in my refrigerator. We don't actually know how that happened, but he was the only one standing in the fridge when the big crack sounded, so we think we have the right suspect.
Last week was my daughter's birthday and she was SO pleased to get a How to Train Your Dragon cake!! We picked it up at noon and put it in the fridge. It became obvious very quickly that Gid was not going to leave the fridge alone (think a very loud, wailing child sitting in front of the fridge yelling "see cake!!" for a very long time. So around four we moved it to my office and locked it in. Around six my son walked in covered in red frosting.
*insert scream here*
Yes, I screamed.
This is what the cake looked like after we "fixed" it.
We actually did improve it. Kenny smoothed out the frosting on top and I transplanted the red edging from the back to the front. (And Aud, bless her optimistic little heart, said, "It looks better this way--like they are flying through a world of color!")
Gid is also in a "Mine!" phase. I don't mean he takes stuff from other kids or won't share, he declares everything to be his. For example, we drive around in the car and he sees a park. "Mom! Park!."
"Yes, Gid, a park." (Because I have to say his phrase back to him or he will just keep repeating it.)
Everything is his. His car, his school, his bank, his McDonald's, his dog (stray on the street). Everything.
So tonight we were pulling out of a friend's driveway and Gid says, "Mom! Stars!"
"Yes, Gid. Stars."
And part of me couldn't help but grin that even at two years old, my son thinks the stars can be his.
He is a huge pilly, but I hope he never loses that ability to dream big. (See, this story did have a point!)