For dinner Sunday night we made Grammy G’s World Famous “Slag Mac.”
We’re not sure about the origin of this name. In my household growing up, this dish was called “Johnny Marzetti” and apparently across Northeastern Ohio it is known as “Johnny Bull.”
Whatever the name, Miss J. LOVES this concoction of ground beef, onions, elbow mac, cheese and spaghetti sauce. She’s had it two nights in a row for dinner.
And then had to be hosed off afterwards.
When 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.
Faithful companion: the box of wipes.
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.
Looks like somebody’s hair was not completely dry when she went to bed! Oops.
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.
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.
Miss J. has tons of toys yet she really just likes her mom’s cell phone and fingernail clippers. Why is this?
J’s working on her first breakout novel.
I never really “got it” until J. was born in August 2008. Motherhood, that is. Everyone talked about it and gushed about how your life would change but I just didn’t quite realize what they meant.
Now I do.
I didn’t know I could love a little person as much as I love Miss J. She is the most amazing little creature and I am so so, so, SO lucky to be her mom.
So when the lovely people at Chicken Soup for the Soul Publishing offered to send me a couple of books on mothering to review, I accepted. Just to see if I would relate.
Of course I have a mother who I love dearly. She is very special to me and we are best friends. So I get the whole mother-daughter bond thing. But it takes on a whole new meaning when you’re the mother, doesn’t it?
All of you mothers out there are probably nodding your head in agreement and thinking, “Uh, yah. DUH.” But just let me enjoy this discovery, people!
Anyway, I received Chicken Soup for the Soul: Like Mother, Like Daughter and Chicken Soup for the Soul: Moms and Sons. And I loved them both! Even the son book had a whole new meaning now that I’m a mom. I read and passed along the Moms and Sons book to my mother-in-law who has THREE sons. She definitely appreciated it.
Each book is a collection of stories written by moms and their daughters and moms and their sons about their mutual respect for one another. They are part of a “101 Best Stories” series that Chicken Soup’s new publisher has released. All I can say is, “Thank you, new publisher!”
If you’re looking for a good, touching read these Chicken Soup books are perfect. AND for someone like me who can only read for a few minutes each night before I pass out, the short stories are ideal.
I’m more than halfway through the moms book now and I am looking forward to reading the rest!
You can get Chicken Soup for the Soul: Like Mother, Like Daughter and Chicken Soup for the Soul: Moms and Sons at any bookseller. Or you can check out the Chicken Soup Web site.
What a GOOD girl!
Our project over Memorial Day weekend was to get Miss J. going on the sippy cup and now she is doing it all by herself!
You may recall that when I was pregnant, my sis-in-law gave me a book titled, “Sippy Cups are Not for Chardonnay.”
This still remains to be seen. For Mommy, that is.
