Sometimes in life we are faced with hard choices… Do I write the lengthy, soul-searching angsty post about some imagined slight or crappy childhood incident, or do I post a bunch of cute kiddie pics. This is hard.
Yeah actually I didn’t have time to write anything – Kings is on a long weekend business trip and Rockstar wasn’t in school Friday because of “3-way conference,” which is basically parent-teacher conference where the child is also involved (no, I wouldn’t mention performance on the blog even if/when I talk about it – Rockstar’s getting older and I know I initially said don’t care about waiving that particular privacy, but then we were in San Fran that Christmas and there was a big bullying story in The States and that’s when we went back and scrubbed things off the blog). In other words I haven’t actually written anything since last Thursday, a situation about to be prolonged by a further day as I exploit pictures of my children in lieu of a post until I can pack the older one off to school come Monday Wheeee! Hope Springs Eternal the other will be on a Good Nap Day tomorrow.
Anyway, Sunday afternoon with the Rockstars. This btw, was all Rockstar’s idea. She likes to pull his hair or t-shirt and he hates it, but every once in awhile I’ll look at these two and think How Did I Get So Blessed?
Rockstar: Look, Ms Rockstar! Purple cup, blue cup! Which is the purple cup?
Ms Rockstar: PPFFFFFFFTTTTT!