Cute but Sad

My daughter Cara had a cute but sad quote this week.  We saw a small baby and she looked at me and said, "Mom, I wish Allie was a baby again."  So sweet and innocent, but timing is everything.  Today my baby turns 1.  I can't believe it!  Even her siblings don't think she's a baby anymore!  Looking at her now, crawling, standing, playing, talking, it's hard to see the tiny innocent helpless bundle we brought home just one short year ago.  Time goes by too quickly!  Happy Birthday to my sweet little one, the gentlest, happiest, easiest baby I've ever met.

My heart hurts today!  She's almost one of the big kids...




A Real Life Mommy Love Poem

And thus my love grows and grows...

I know you little, I love you lots,
My love for you would fill ten pots,
Fifteen buckets, sixteen cans,
Three teacups, and four dishpans.

Anonymous, you must have been a woman to understand that true love is washing his dishes!

****Editor's Note:  Anonymous is now an official Crazy Creative Magazine contributor.  Read more on our "Meet the Contributors" page located somewhere over there on the left.
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An Arbitrary Sports Fan

I'm an arbitrary sort of sports enthusiast.  I choose my favorite NASCAR drivers based solely on the type of chocolate he supports.  My favorite baseball player is the one whose Mother's Day interview had the most grateful, tear-jerking, over the top sentimentality.  (You're a good boy, Brandon Phillips, we love you, too!).  I've chosen favorite teams based solely on color combinations many a time, and secretly, I'm proud of my hubby for choosing a favorite college football team with such a nice color palate.  Coordination of limb may be his criteria, but coordination of colors speaks more often to me!  It's impossible for me to be a true enthusiast, but the little things are truly fascinating to me.  Hockey is all about the names and spotting missing teeth, of course.  Golf is interesting for the ridiculous tear-jerker sob stories they always have, complete with orchestrations.  Is golf for the emotional guys to watch?  Maybe.  I have to say, it would be more intriguing if they had a big Reese's cup plastered on their polos.   Oh yes, it's also very fun to listen to baseball or basketball just to make fun of the very unimaginative commenting of its commentators.  Do they really pay these guys to make these observations?  Knowing as little as I do about sports, I could come up with comments such as, "He just needs to carry the ball" or "what they need to do is concentrate on defense" when a team is being soundly thrashed.  It's the little things that bring joy...

Word of the Week

Here's an intriguing word I had never heard or read before.  It really has some flair.  Try to work it into your dinner conversation tonight to impress your children.

zarf: [zarf] an ugly or repellant male.


I'm so relieved that no one can call me a zarf!

Here are some sample sentences:

"Her blind date was a definite dissapointment; Gregory had been a complete zarf."

"Because of the alliaceous breath,  pock-marked complexion, and  neanderthal hair, the science professor had a definite zarf-like quality about him."

A Real Life Love Story

Can I tell you something?  I'm the heroine in a real life love story.  Today marks eight years living with the man of my dreams.    We've been traveling life, mile by mile, through thick and thin (that was a subtle nod toward pregnancy pounds!), through ease and hardship, always with joy and togetherness.

I used to think true love was like parallel lines.  You were always together, side by side, never wavering, never veering away from each other.  The longer I'm married, though, I realize that true love is always changing.  We aren't parallel, we're two different lines, with our own angles that are nearing closer and closer together, until one day, I think we will touch.  You never think you can love each other as much as the day you get married, but the truth is, a good marriage teaches you to love and appreciate each other even more every year.

My Andy means everything to me.  His love has not only charmed my emotions, it has made me a more complete person.  He has given me three beautiful children and has sacrificed so I could stay home with them.  He's made my most secret dreams come true.  Being married to me can be backbreaking work sometimes.  No, I'm serious actually...we're waiting for a neurosurgeon to call as I write this! 

Love changes us.  It grows us in so many ways, and yet the essence of who we are remains the same.  My true love accepts me, quirks and all, through the days of unknown ahead.  My real love story is for the long haul, but makes the haul seem too short. 

I love you, Andy, my husband, my friend, my hero!  Happy Anniversary to us!

So Cute, Yet So Hazardous...

It's been a while since it's happened to me.  I'd forgotten.  My daughter took a happy bite of baby oatmeal cereal and applesauce combo.  She was so excited about it!  She wiggled, she flapped her hands, I smiled, then...

                      ...... she  SNEEZED!  .....

Splats of applesauce/oatmeal/something else that I'm too polite to write spewed forth and adorned my face, hair, and fresh change of clothes.  This is why there is a day dedicated to Mothers.  I need a bath...

Ode To An Extinct Dinosaur

I'm not quite sure why, but this poem makes me giggle. 



Ode To An Extinct Dinosaur
by Doug MacLeod

Iguanodon, I loved you,
With all your spiky scales,
Your massive jaws,
Impressive claws
And teeth like horseshoe nails.

Iguanodon, I loved you.
It moved me close to tears
When first I read
That you've been dead
For ninety million years.

****Editor's note:  Crazy Creative Magazine does not endorse evolution just because this poem is here, so just chill out, would you?