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For you crafty types out there, I thought I’d share one of the artwork projects Tucker brought home from school.  Look how adorable this bus made from an egg carton is! Personally, I would have paid a little more attention to my scissor-accuracy and not left those unsightly tabs of white paper sticking out from […]

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by Kristi Campbell

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  • Momito - What a cute idea! I love it! I did so many crafts when I was a teacher!
    Do you remember?November 15, 2012 – 8:36 pmReplyCancel

    • admin - I do remember! And you had handwriting that nobody could ever achieve! Still do! What were some of your favorite projects?November 15, 2012 – 10:28 pmReplyCancel

  • Pam - This is so cute! I like a lot of your posts, especially the ones about how you are blessed by your son but I’d really like to have more posts about cute crafting ideas like this one too. I have two children at home and am always looking for cheap ways to get them creative. Thanks for this post.November 16, 2012 – 1:54 pmReplyCancel

Me:  “Tucker, what’s behind your back, buddy?  Did you find a cookie?” (uh oh, where could he have found a cookie?  I thought we were out.  This might not be good because I’m pretty sure there wasn’t one out on the counter or on the table…) Tucker:   Me:  “Ok.  We’ll have to get some […]

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  • Sara - I think swearing with us, your blog readers, should be okay, while swearing in front of Tucker is not okay. (I so want to be there when Tucker first says fucktard in front of Robert. Note to self: bring popcorn.)

    I love all the expressive eyes in the drawings. You nailed so many emotions. Great job.

    As for where he got the cookie? Maybe it’s one he stashed away a while ago? And forgot about? (Like anyone EVER forgets about a stashed cookie. Hello???) (I know the importance of stashing away cookies for when they are scarce…..one never knows when Cookie Monsters like Robert might eat the last cookie). ;’)
    Anyway, I truly hopes he doesn’t get Ebola from whatever he found….November 14, 2012 – 9:04 pmReplyCancel

    • admin - Sara, thank you for the awesome comment! I love that you want to bring popcorn. And it’s sure to be a popcorn-worthy event. May I just say that Tucker’s use of the word “shit” in that one blog post was totally Robert’s fault though? ‘Cause there is NO WAY that he’d choose that word if it was from me.
      Love that you recognized the eyes. As shitty as the drawings are, the eyes still took me HOURS. True. I’m that bad. But thanks for seeing the difference.
      No clue where he got the cookie. But if you recall from that movie Outbreak, Ebola was TOTALLY spread by a cookie in the airplane. Or maybe it was avoided re: the cookie (can’t remember if the kid ate it or not but the cookie was significant) and then just spread in the movie (remember the germ spread with the sneeze?? epic). Either way, it’s totally possible that bad cookies carry Ebola.November 14, 2012 – 10:53 pmReplyCancel

      • admin - Ok so maybe “hours” was an exaggeration but still. It felt like it.November 14, 2012 – 11:43 pmReplyCancel

      • Sara - I didn’t remember a cookie carrying significance in that movie. I probably blocked that fact b/c I’m such a huge cookie fan and cookies could never hurt me (and if I keep on being a fan, I will quite literally be a HUGE cookie fan…sigh). No, what stuck for me about Ebola is that it replicates in the blood, even after the person dies, such that after the person is dead, (s)he explodes, spewing diseased blood onto all the people either trying to bring back life or verifying death, and thereby infecting new people. Gnarly. ….so as far as dreaming up nasty diseases Tucker could contract as a direct result of your bad-mommying, this one is a winner.November 15, 2012 – 8:07 amReplyCancel

        • admin - The cookie scene was when Patrick Dempsey was coming back from getting the monkey or bird or whatever it was and was already obviously getting sick. He’d taken a bite of the cookie and then left it on his tray. A little boy was going to finish it but I think his mom intervened in the nick of time. I think. I Googled it but couldn’t find that particular scene. But I love that you think you blocked it due to being a HUGE cookie fan 🙂November 15, 2012 – 9:57 amReplyCancel

  • Jennifer - OMG you always crack
    Me up this is beyond funny! I love his different eyes that hilarious really thanks for the laughNovember 14, 2012 – 10:13 pmReplyCancel

    • admin - Thanks, Jennifer! I love that you noticed the eyes! See Sara’s comment. AWESOME that you are obviously both art connoisseurs. Your taste might be really bad, though.November 14, 2012 – 10:55 pmReplyCancel

      • Sara - In light of the fact that no one ever thinks they have a BAD sense of humor or BAD taste (and yet, we know these people exist), let me just say that I have impeccable taste. 😀November 15, 2012 – 8:08 amReplyCancel

        • admin - Sara, you DO have impeccable taste. But I wonder whether those with bad taste ever realize it.November 15, 2012 – 9:58 amReplyCancel

          • Sara - No, they NEVER realize it, never even registers. They just walk around in their pants with the martini glasses all over them and their white tank-top undershirts, with nothing over them (discrediting the name “under” shirt), and they are completely unaware. It’s like a birth defect, I guess…November 16, 2012 – 11:24 am

  • Love&Giggles - it wouldn’t be the same if you didn’t add the swear words because it’s so you!!! my new favorite word is fucktard!November 14, 2012 – 10:14 pmReplyCancel

    • admin - HA! Thanks YOU. I love the word fucktard. It’s perfect for so many situations. I’ve actually deleted swear words since I started it. Tonight, I was just braver. Or something. Merci Chicka!November 14, 2012 – 10:56 pmReplyCancel

  • Momito - I loved the illustrations! I wonder where he found the cookieNovember 15, 2012 – 12:34 amReplyCancel

    • admin - Thanks Momito! I think it was in his school backpack actually. He’d had one from lunch and didn’t finish it. He’s sneaky. And FAST.November 15, 2012 – 9:58 amReplyCancel

  • MomboMombo - love this one! (well, love ALL of them) – but truly LOL on this post xoxoNovember 17, 2012 – 6:02 amReplyCancel

    • admin - I love this one too. It’s ok, you can have favorites. I can’t be mind-blowingly brilliant on here all the time. I have to save some of my awesomeness for Tucker.November 17, 2012 – 6:24 pmReplyCancel

  • Cathy - As for the “swear” words, I have it from the very best man I have ever known (my Dad) that those words are not “swear” words. All of those four-letter words, which will not be listed here for fear of offending some of your readers, are simply old Anglo-Saxon descriptive words, adjectives, if you will. Back in the day(14th century, maybe), they were everyday words and not considered offensive at all. They do not take God’s name in vain, the do not damn anyone, nor do the call anyone a fool (apparently, those are the “bad” words), so they are not forbidden! I guess times have changed, because most people nowadays are horrified by them. Not me!November 24, 2012 – 12:25 amReplyCancel

    • admin - Your dad is a wise, wise man!November 24, 2012 – 10:30 amReplyCancel

  • Karen Morgan - I loved your post, loved the art!! (even though I might be one who walks around with my martini not noticing the eyes ;)) – no undershirt, though. And the cuss words – it just doesn’t get much better than “fucktard”!January 4, 2013 – 8:06 pmReplyCancel

    • admin - Thanks so much, Karen! Yup, “fucktard” is pretty much the mother of them all. Glad to hear there are those of you “walking around with a martini not noticing the eyes” – ha! 🙂 Thanks so much for commenting! 🙂January 4, 2013 – 11:45 pmReplyCancel

  • Joy - You did an AWESOME job on the drawings!! The different looks on Tucker’s face are priceless! Great job, had so much fun with this post!
    Oh yeah, and glad that Tucker obviously had a germ-free cookie!January 6, 2013 – 1:30 pmReplyCancel

    • admin - Heehee! Thanks so much, Joy! Yup, he’s still alive so it must have come from within these walls, somewhere…January 6, 2013 – 6:07 pmReplyCancel

Tucker obviously inherited his navigational abilities from a distant relative.  While I fully admit to being utterly inept at knowing where we are and which direction is the best choice for getting un-lost, hubby thinks his navigational skills are top-notch.  They’re not.  Don’t tell him though.  He’s quite proud of the fact that they’re better […]

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  • chadwig - Awesome. That internal compass is a natural born talent.November 13, 2012 – 10:21 pmReplyCancel

    • admin - One that I did not get. At least it skipped a generation. Or something.November 14, 2012 – 12:16 amReplyCancel

  • Mark - Yeah, my brother, who is mentally handicapped, has that same directional talent. Me, I just remember places by “bar association”:)November 14, 2012 – 9:15 amReplyCancel

  • Taryn - Kristi, I can go somewhere easy 10 times, and on the 11th stab at it, cannot remember at all how to get there. This has been an issue for me for my entire life, and it is so weird and frustrating. Don’t ask me why — I have no idea why it happens, and just work around it, like, by being late a lot! I’ve gotten totally zen with how out of touch with the real world I am. And FYI, some boys just don’t start talking until they’re 4, 5, 6 years old. And then you can’t shut them up! Hang in there — I’m thinking Tuck’s a genius, and his words haven’t yet caught up with his brain power!November 14, 2012 – 5:09 pmReplyCancel

    • admin - Taryn, I’m so glad I’m not alone in my complete and utter ineptness at finding my way. I’d have been a dried up pile of bones underneath an overpass somewhere were it not for navigation.November 14, 2012 – 6:11 pmReplyCancel

  • Taryn - By the way, your picture is AMAZING! I LOVE IT! Maybe you should get some aides, like those “You, too, can be an artist, just order our kit today!” GO FOR IT! It may be a new career for you, as a cartoonist! YOU ROCK, SISTAH.November 14, 2012 – 5:11 pmReplyCancel

    • admin - Ha! I think what makes them funny is that they are SO BAD. I mean I have zero proportions down at all. For tonight’s post (coming soon), I had to go look in the bathroom mirror to see what elbows look like when my hands are near my mouth.November 14, 2012 – 6:12 pmReplyCancel

  • Jennifer - This is so good. You’re pictures are really good! And your writing is perfect same the title.November 16, 2012 – 5:43 pmReplyCancel

Although my parents are unwilling to confirm it, I know that a gigantic bug with an especially painful bite terrorized and then attacked me when I was a defenseless baby. It altered my psyche and I’m still reeling.  Because I was like, a baby, I wasn’t able to identify the species.  So now, for safety […]

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  • Jennifer - OMG!!! I’m laughing so hard right now! Your so funny! I don’t know how you can write so much to make me cry and feel for you with your son and then this! I love this web page!!! LOLNovember 10, 2012 – 8:47 pmReplyCancel

    • admin - Thanks Jennifer! Should probably focus my writing on something good for the masses, but here I am anyway! Talking about my psychotic fear of bugs. November 11, 2012 – 12:14 amReplyCancel

  • Rachel - Ha! You’re not alone! I am the same way with bugs and with G when he plays outside. I am pretty sure that is why now when he gets his hands dirty, sticky,
    whatever, he freaks out until I clean him up. Oh and I always flush the bugs. You seriously never know when they might be faking!!November 11, 2012 – 12:08 amReplyCancel

    • admin - Thanks Rachel for the confirm!! They ARE faking 😉
      Hate the bugs.November 11, 2012 – 12:12 amReplyCancel

      • admin - Tucker does the same thing with his hands. Robert thinks I made him a wimp.November 11, 2012 – 12:13 amReplyCancel

  • chadwig - Two things: 1) You should be even more worried about snakes than bugs. 2) Whatever you flush comes back from the sewer stronger, mutated into something far more horrific–something that has probably already found refuge in your bedding and lies waiting for you to sleep…November 11, 2012 – 12:30 amReplyCancel

    • admin - Thanks Çhadwig. I’ll never sleep again. Going to make some coffee now. Tell me what you know about snakes. I hear there are copperheads here. People I actually (for real) know found a bunch of baby ones in a bucket in their yard. Here’s to some spotty sitting up barely sleeping dreams with slithering nasties trying to reach my eyes. Slowly.November 11, 2012 – 12:39 amReplyCancel

  • Mark - I say SHARE in your sons sense of fun and adventure. Nothing like jumping into a huge stack of leaves or “sledding” a down a hill on a card board box and crashing into a mountain of joy(leaves) 🙂 Damn the torpedoes…November 11, 2012 – 8:26 amReplyCancel

  • Sara - Well, I thought I was laughing NEAR you, but I couldn’t find you. Are you hiding??November 11, 2012 – 6:46 pmReplyCancel

  • Jen - A stag beetle attacked Roscoe (pickle-train) last summer. It was very traumatic for him (and me). Now he is afraid of every corner, tree, dark spot in the world. He supports you and will tell anyone emphatically, that your story is true. (well, if he could talk, woof)March 14, 2013 – 11:17 pmReplyCancel

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