the perspective of a military family . . . the narcissism of a blog
April 16th, 2008 at 11:40 pm
Posted by gazer in goofing off, stay-at-home parent life

brown t-shirtBack when I created our Flat Mommy, my original idea was to create several articles of clothing that could be affixed with velcro.  I figured Citrus could have fun each morning dressing Mommy in her absence like a giant paper doll.

Then I discovered how much it can cost to make a life-size poster of someone mounted on plasticor ($150++) and decided that a 6″ or 1′ version would be just as good.  I think the way to go is using magnetic paper for inkjet printers, which I’ll try soon.

In the meantime, I have created an online version using javascript code borrowed from somewhere else.  I find it highly amusing, but that may just be me. Which is good, because my HTML skills are very basic and it may only work on my computer.

 


April 14th, 2008 at 7:57 pm
Posted by gazer in stay-at-home parent life

e is for evidenceCitrus has been involved in a lot of arguments lately.  Yesterday she was yelling at her hand for touching her leg. 

Today the “The blue e was being mean to the yellow e.  The blue e was not making good choices.  We don’t like that!  Rrrrrrrrr.”


March 16th, 2008 at 8:47 pm
Posted by gazer in stay-at-home parent life

PostcardCitrus recently saw her first episode of Mister Rogers’ Neighborhood. She liked the trolley and did not like “the man” (Lady Elaine Fairchild). For bedtime tonight I tried to sing “It’s a beautiful day in the neighborhood” but she stopped me and requested Petula Clark

When I was four I wrote a letter to Mr. Rogers and was annoyed when I got a typewritten postcard in response. I thought it was a generic letter. Now, 35 years later I see that I was wrong.

Fred Rogers died in 2003, but maybe Citrus can email Petula instead.

Postcard from Mr. Rogers


March 13th, 2008 at 8:50 pm
Posted by gazer in stay-at-home parent life

mmmmmYesterday we made “old banana” bread.  Citrus was not interested in eating it, probably because it did not have frosting.  But she did enjoy making it.

We stay home two days each week. Between the cake decorating and the other baking, by the time she is four maybe we can go into business. Who wouldn’t buy a nice little cake if a toddler rang their doorbell?  I can hang back on the sidewalk and count the loot.