Doodah Diva

Family, fun…..and then some.

images-1When my mom started learning how to email (”sending things on the ‘Net”) a couple of years ago, it was great. Suddenly we could communicate way more often and at all hours of the day or night without endless voicemails back and forth. Although, in the first six months, there were a lot of emails along the lines of: “Oh shit, I just wrote you a really long email and it didn’t save and it disappeared! Anyway, I will just call you.”

But she steadily improved, and now we email several times a week, or even daily sometimes. Now that I live in another state it’s even better. And her emails crack me up. They are cute and sweet and sometimes downright hilarious. I save all of them.

So when Mom sent me a link to a New York Times article about bloggers landing book deals (of course now that I have this blog and Romeo’s blog, she’s been making sure she keeps me abreast of all of the news of the blogosphere. She and Dad are my human media monitors!

Anyway, in the article, I learned about this awesome site, Postcards from Yo Momma. It’s a compilation of the emails readers have received from their moms. I almost peed my pants laughing and I immediately went to the “Mom and Dad” file in my email. Here are a couple of my own:

Regarding my daughter and my girls trip to NYC:

“Our girl is truly changing by the minute. It’s hard keeping one step ahead of her. Hang on. Just remember you are smarter and older than her. That helps for a moment.

Have a marvelous time with the girls in NY. And enjoy your nights of sleep! Take a good slug of wine or something before you cork off.”

When the whole family had colds:

“I didn’t know little J. was sick too! Also, you are up on things! I never knew about suctioning snot! A good idea! “

And my favorite most recent email sign off:

“This is really too long. Too late now.

Lots of love, Mom”

If I’m only half as adorable as my mom is, J. will be one lucky girl.

Share your favorite mom emails!

Miss J. has always loved to play with her box of baby wipes – banging on it, picking it up and dropping it, flipping it over, etc. Lately she’s taken to pushing it around everywhere she goes. She can even stand up while holding it in both of her hands.

I think it’s an, um, interesting choice of plaything but the good news is she’ll never be caught unprepared when a blowout happens. For this, I am thankful.

Miss Universe knows to lift from the knees.

Miss Universe knows to lift from the knees.

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Pausing for a moment during her travels to bang on oven door. Trusty wipes wait patiently by her side.

Pausing for a moment during her travels to bang on oven door.
Trusty wipes wait patiently by her side.

Giving her BFF, the box of wipes, a hug

Giving her BFF, the box of wipes, a hug.

Looks like somebody’s hair was not completely dry when she went to bed! Oops.

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Little girls love babies. At the pool yesterday this posse of nine-year-olds came charging into the baby pool as soon as they saw Miss J. lazily floating around in her raft. Within seconds they knew her name, her age and her taste in men and were pulling her around the pool like they’d all been BFFs forever.

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There’s nothing like girlfriends, is there?

I just realized how long it’s been since I posted here!

I’ve been so busy being momager to Romeo the Cat, that I have been neglecting this blog. NO MORE. Shame on me. And with BlogHer coming up too! JEESH.

xo.