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March 9, 2011

What we do for fun . . .

Filed under: Books, Motherhood, Personal — llcall @ 1:19 am

If you’re following along on here, you may have gathered that I’m not having the best couple of months (or I’m assuming you’re gathering that from post titles like “Week o’ angst” — but let me know if I’m too opaque).  It kind of started with that really terrible week in January and although I can still see that I’m in the process of becoming strong, I haven’t even come close to that finest hour I envisioned yet.  Not. even. close.

One thing I’m learning from all this is that I need to figure out things that I do for fun . . . and then actually do them.  Usually they’ll have to be local, brief (squeezed in between 20 minute naps?) — but I need to figure out how to unwind, and quick.  I don’t remember ever struggling so hard to carve out fun and relaxation in my life as I have for the last six months — it’s like I don’t remember what I do for fun anymore.  Perhaps it’s because I always had so much autonomy and autonomy itself is extremely satisfying.

But I decided I would share one activity I have been doing for fun lately.  It probably doesn’t fulfill all those needs I spelled out above, but it gives us a laugh or two during the days.

Remember how I tend to obsess over grammatically-incorrect baby clothes?  Well, this is a related game.  First, you read a children’s book, like this one we checked out from the library last week:

And then you rewrite the title based on what the book is actually about.  I know it seems obvious that this book is about toddler growth and learning, and how toddlers can do stuff too.  But of course, the book is full of pictures of the toddler trying to do things — baking cakes, putting on her clothes, playing the guitar — except that she does them very, very badly.  So, a more fitting title for the book:

I Can Do It Too . . . Except Sucky!

Just sayin.

Sometimes the title of the book is perfectly appropriate, like this one:

Who’s going to quibble with that title? (Unless, of course, it was the second or third opposites book you shared with your child.  But it wasn’t, so we’re good.)

Luckily, it didn’t disappoint on the inside with pages like this:

Sure that teddy bear looks old, but I mean, seriously, that’s one messed-up teddy.  So it seemed far more appropriate to read these opposites as:

New and jacked-up

Wouldn’t it be classic if Addison actually learned to always replace the concept of old with jacked-up?  (Contemplating that scenario, yet another thing we do for fun around here.)



  1. Oh my that was hilarious!! That was seriously the saddest teddy bear I’ve seen. It would have only been worse if it had been headless or something

    Comment by Emily T — March 9, 2011 @ 3:26 am

  2. That was lol for real! Thank you! For the laugh and the inspiration . . .

    Comment by vblanchard — March 9, 2011 @ 3:50 am

  3. Yay! A new game to play. You crack me up Lindsay. Just tell me you aren’t going to tell Addison she can do it too- except sucky. 😉

    Comment by Ishkhanoohie — March 9, 2011 @ 5:01 am

  4. Welcome to another aspect of being a mom or a parent I guess, but I think especially a mom. Suddenly you realize that if you don’t do something that you want and like to do you just might go CRAZY. Nobody wants that, just ask Zack. So you have to decide on some things that you like to do that help you unwind and get a sense of yourself back. (It would seem a lot of people exercise, but I think that’s just a gross option! ha, ha.) Anyway, trust me, you are not the first to feel this way. Isn’t motherhood a wild ride?! Who knew?

    Comment by shannon — March 11, 2011 @ 5:59 pm

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