Puppy Conversations | Diversity and Being Feline Friendly

Puppy Conversations | Diversity and Being Feline Friendly

Dear Kid,

Puppy: Mom. I need to talk to you.
Me: Ok, just give me a few minutes.

The Puppy climbed up into my lap and stared straight into my eyes.

Puppy: Now.
Me: Now is good.
Puppy: I think there’s something wrong with me.
Me: Where? Where does it hurt? Let me see your tummy. Does your tummy hurt?
Puppy: Not that kind of wrong.
Me: Do you want to tell me about it?
Puppy: No. Yes. No. I think so. I’m confused.
Me: Sometimes if you’re confused about something it helps to talk about it.
Puppy: Is it wrong that I am friends with a cat?
Me: Why would you think that?
Puppy: Roxie says dogs are supposed to chase cats not be friends with them.
Me: What do you think?
Puppy: Well, I like Cobra.
Me: You and Cobra the Cat have been friends for a long time.
Puppy: But I’m friends with Roxie too.
Me: And it matters to you what Roxie thinks?
Puppy: Well, kind of…what do you think?
Me: I think maybe it matters more what you think.
Puppy: I want to be friends with everyone!
Me: That’s a really nice idea.
Puppy: What if Roxie teases me?
Me: It can be hard if someone (somedog?) teases you, can’t it?
Puppy: I don’t like being teased.
Me: Does Roxie tease you often?
Puppy: No…just today about being friends with a cat.
Me: I see.
Puppy: So what do I doooooooo?
Me: Please don’t howl in my ear.
Puppy: Sorry. But this is very hard.
Me: I know, honey. But I think you and Roxie are good enough friends that you can explain to her.
Puppy: Explain what?
Me: Well, I think you can explain that you’re friends with Cobra. And you can also explain that you don’t like when Roxie teases you about being friends with a cat.
Puppy: Because I like cats.
Me: Because you like cats.
Puppy: Meow.
Me: That doesn’t really work for you.
Puppy: Woof?
Me: Be you.
Puppy: Scratch my tummy?
Me: You got it.

Love, Mom

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Introducing The Mom Rule

Dear Kid,

There are some things that just shouldn’t be done in public.

Like gargling, cutting your toenails, or putting 27 packets of Splenda in a single cup of coffee (you know who you are).

News flash: The workplace is public. And while putting 27 packets of Splenda in each cup of coffee is disgusting, it doesn’t even begin to fall into the “inappropriate” category.

There are things that are perfectly acceptable in the comfort of your own home, that are not even marginally ok in the workplace. Unless you’re a medical professional.

News flash: Social media is public. Think only your close friends see what you post? Not so much.

The Mom Rule: If it’s something you wouldn’t tell your mom, don’t put it on the internet and don’t talk about it at work. Just don’t. DearKidLoveMom.comSome things are perfectly acceptable in the privacy of your own home, that are dangerous to have tied to your social profile online.

New idea: I’m proposing the Mom Rule. If it’s something you wouldn’t tell your mom, don’t put it on the internet and don’t talk about it at work. Just don’t.

And if you have to put 27 packets of Splenda in a cup of coffee, get help (you still know who you are).

Love, Mom

 

 

 

 

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April Insanity | Weird Weather, Giraffes, and Taxes

Dear Kid,

Remember that whole thing about squwonky weather in March?

April (jealous chick that she is) is doing her best to show March how weather is done. All weather.

It’s not just April showers (although it appears we’ll have plenty of those). It’s April sunshine, April snowfall, April tulips (yay for the tulips!), April taxes, April monsoons, April freezes, April flooding, April…oh, who the heck knows.

This week we’re going to have temps in the 70s and snowstorms. Probably not simultaneously

April hath put a spirit of youth in everything. ~William Shakespeare

Wishing all good things to April the Giraffe and her soon to be born baby. DearKidLoveMom.comMeanwhile, April the Giraffe at the Animal Adventure Park in Harpursville, N.Y., is still pregnant. And by “still” I mean she’s past her due date and since giraffe pregnancies last 15 months or so that’s saying something. I can’t imagine being a pregnant giraffe is easy. They have spindly little legs, they have to wait for-e-ver for food to get from tongue to tummy, and no one will bring them ice cream. Poor April.

April is a promise that May is bound to keep. ~Hal Borland

Last Friday was No Housework Day. I celebrated accidentally by behaving as I always do. I should probably offer the dust dragons a celebratory feast.

I want to climb under the blankets and stay there. Since that’s not exactly a choice, I’m going to put on my wonderful red rainboots, thank my stars I’m not a pregnant giraffe, admire the wonderful tulips blooming happily, and get on with my day.

Love, Mom

 

 

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Happy National Sibling Day!

Dear Kid,

Today is National Sibling Day.

Having a sister is like having a best friend you can’t get rid of. You know whatever you do, they’ll still be there. ~Amy Li DearKidLoveMom.comWe don’t get to choose our siblings. We just “get” them. Or they get us, depending on how the timing works.

Whether we “get” (as in understand) them or not, depends on the siblings in question. And the questions the siblings ask.

A sister is a little bit of childhood that can never be lost. ~Marion C. Garretty

Many of us feel very protective of our sibs. We pick on our sibling, pushing every button possible (and a few we’re not entirely sure even exist), but if someone else even looks at our sibling cross-eyed, we slam into protective mode. As in, That’s MY sister—back off or DIE. Painfully. If there is any murdering to be done, I will be the one to do it, thank you very much.

Big sisters are the crab grass in the lawn of life. ~Charles M. Schulz

Sometimes brothers and sisters are best friends. Sometimes they’re best strangers. Most of the time they’re somewhere in between.

But the wonderful thing is that brothers and sisters are family. They’re part of the fabric of your life.

Call Text your sister.

Love, Mom

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Sunday and a List Full of Things To Do

Sunday and a List Full of Things To Do

Dear Kid,

It’s a beautiful day in the neighborhood—and I didn’t even have to change my cardigan to say so.

It’s also a big, list-full-of-things-to-do day.

That’s the trouble with Mondays—they have a habit of intruding the day before. While today is technically weekend-relaxing, it is also DEADLINE DAY.

Part of me wants laze around, snuggle the puppy, and paint my fingernails. Another part of me if going in to overdrive: MUST GET THINGS DONE! Another part of me points to the piles of things I’ve been putting off for a while (pretty sure that part includes a raised eyebrow). Another part of me is suggesting that going shopping might be an excellent way to spend a few hours. And of course there’s the “Get to the gym” part.

Unfortunately, the part that’s supposed to referee and prioritize all this seems to have run off with the part that wants to hang out and go to the movies.

Speaking of which, did you know there’s a Despicable Me 3 movie coming out?mini More minions—I’m so happy.

Yesterday, Dad and I worked on the catch-and-release part of gardening (digging up weeds, finding the worms, and setting the wigglers free while throwing the weeds away). The Puppy was supremely not interested in the worms or the digging. He was, however, extremely interested in the treats I had in my pocket, so he agreed (mostly) to stay within hailing distance in case I should decide to share with him.

Off to go try to settle the argument about what to do today. And since I’m in charge, I think we’ll start with another cup of coffee.

Love, Mom

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You Won’t Believe What Spring and Peeps Have Dreamed Up This Time

You Won’t Believe What Spring and Peeps Have Dreamed Up This Time

Dear Kid,

I love Spring. There are pastel dresses, jelly beans, and Rogue 1 is out on DVD. What’s not to love?

But now Spring has taken things a Step Too Far.

Specifically, Peeps, the perennial Easter treat of sweetness and colors not found in nature, has gone Far Too Far.

Not only are there Oreo Peeps (please, Oreo—enough with the brand extensions already!) which someone was kind enough to share with me (and by “kind” I’m not entirely sure what I mean. It was really nice to offer, and I was intrigued. But then I ate one. I didn’t die, but a small part of my soul keeled over.).

What, exactly, can you say about Oreo Peeps? DearKidLoveMom.com

Now there is also a Peeps beverage.

I use the word “beverage” carefully, hoping that I can fly under the beverage industry’s radar.

No Peeps were killed in the manufacture of this beverage. DearKidLoveMom.com

Peeps Orange Crème Flavored Milk is bad enough (at least they didn’t call it a Milk Beverage), but Peeps Egg Nog? Seriously? Isn’t that a case of holiday confusion? Isn’t that just one of those things we do not need in the Universe? And what’s with all the faux ingredients? (Although I must admit, I expected far more faux and far less milk on the ingredient list.)

No Peeps were killed in the manufacture of this beverage. DearKidLoveMom.com

The worst part is that is sounds delicious.

Love, Mom

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Rain, Traffic, and It’s Not Worth It

Dear Kid,

It was raining (hard) as I headed for home last night. It was about 9:30pm as I existed the Norwood Lateral and turned north on I-71. For anyone who is not familiar with the area, the Lateral runs east/west [I was heading east] and 71 runs north/south on the east side of Cincinnati.

Usually it runs. Last night it was a parking lot.

I’m a girl who likes information, so I called Dad.

“I just turned off the Lateral onto 71 and it’s a complete standstill. Can you see if you can figure out what’s going on?”

: Actually, I don’t know what his understanding was—I just know it didn’t match mine. DearKidLoveMom.comMy understanding of the situation: I wanted to know A) what the problem was, B) where—exactly—the problem was, C) whether I should be considering an alternate route, and D) how long it would take me to get home.

Dad’s understanding of the situation: Actually, I don’t know what his understanding was—I just know it didn’t match mine. I know this because he said, “Was 75 backed up?”

“What? I have no idea. I’m on 71. Can you see if you can figure out what the issue is here?”

“Did you see if 75 was backed up and then decide to take 71?”

“75 is on the west side. I’m now on the east side. I just want to know what’s causing the problem.”

“Why did you go that way?”

(In my head, “Why does that matter? Just see if you can figure out what the situation is!”)

What I actually said, “I always go this way. I think maybe I see flashing lights, but I’m not sure.”

“So you’re moving, just slowly.”

“No, at this moment, I am l literally not moving at all.”

“I’m listening to NPR and they haven’t said anything about a problem on 71.”

(In my head, “No, I wouldn’t think this would hit the national news headlines.”)

What I actually said, “…”

Dad hung up to research the issue.

Traffic crept forward 3 car lengths.

“Well, Sweetie, I can’t find anything.”

“I’m pretty sure I can see lights.”

“You can always get off at the next exit and take Ridge.”

“Well, I’m going to be delayed.”

“Just turn on the news, take a deep breath, and enjoy the time.”

(In my head, “’News’ and ‘enjoy’ are generally not words I put together.”)

What I actually said, “See you in a while.”

I feel sorry for the officers who were standing out in the rain making sure the cars didn’t exceed the speed limit while they inched along. DearKidLoveMom.com6 hours and a quarter mile later, I reached the next exit. There had been a terrible crash—at least three cars totaled—which blocked the entire highway. We had to take the exit whether we wanted to or not.

The highway just north of the exit was fine. So we could get right back on. Except at that particular exist, there is no such thing as “right back on.” You have to go aaaaalllllll the way around the exit ramp, up two blocks this way, over a couple of blocks that way, across the overpass, and then take the long entrance ramp back to the highway. Lots of red lights. It took a while.

Still it was better than taking unfamiliar back roads.

My twenty minute drive home took about 45 minutes.

I hope no one was badly hurt in the crash.

I feel sorry for the officers who were standing out in the rain making sure the cars didn’t exceed the speed limit while they inched along.

I don’t know what caused the crash or what the circumstances leading up to it were. I do know that far too many accidents are caused by people texting, or rushing, or rushing and texting.

It’s not worth it.

Neither is trying to explain some things to the HusbandPerson.

Love, Mom

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