J and L have been calling each other “stale crackers” for the past few days. They heard it on Jake and the Neverland Pirates – Jake and his little cartoon hooligan friends run around Neverland saying, “Last one to the ship is a stale cracker!” Um. As a white woman whose doctor just told her she’s getting older, I am super uncomfortable hearing my kids call each other stale crackers. Sigh.
So it got all kinds of Christmas-y up in my house today. I found the most
overpriced beautiful wrapping paper and gift tags at Container Store and wrapped up some toys for my nieces and nephews. I am sharing the picture with you because, even though my kids politely oohh-ed and ahhh-ed when I showed them a pile of beautifully wrapped presents, you and I both know they really don’t give a shit. But maybe you do!
I also made an owl ornament today. I use the term “made” very loosely, because I just got a $4.99 kit at Michael’s, and stuck a threaded needle through some pre-cut holes in some pre-cut felt. Wait, is that sewing? Did I sew? Anyways, this owl is freaking awesome.
While I was at Michael’s, I saw a mom and daughter in the scrapbooking aisle who were just about to get into it. The mom was wearing a Harvard Law sweatshirt, and something about it looked legit to me – not like she bought it on a trip to Boston, or like it was left over from the ’80s when all the cool seventh graders wore college sweatshirts. It looked like she actually went to Harvard law school. Or at least that’s what I made up in my head. I overheard her say to her middle-school aged daughter, “I KNOW what an ink dauber is, DO NOT talk to me that way or you can forget about that embosser…THING.” For the record, I have no idea what ink daubers or embossers are, and they scare me.
I felt for that woman. Michael’s totally overwhelms me because the moms in there who are really good at crafting speak another language and have customs and tools that are totally foreign to me. I imagine that woman was thinking something like this: “I am a freaking highly educated woman standing in a strip mall craft store and an 11-year-old is smack talking my knowledge of SCRAPBOOKING SUPPLIES? What have I done with my life.”
We’ve all been there. Well, maybe not in a craft store arguing over embossers with a surly tween, but in that place where we know we’re working so hard – and we have the wrinkles and gray hairs to prove it – and somehow we’re still totally unprepared for what is coming at us. Maybe that is why I am in love with my five dollar owl. I bought it, I read the instructions, I made it, it’s cute. The end. Just simple and finite.
Which is pretty much the exact opposite of trying to explain to your 4 and 5-year-old why they can’t call each other crackers. Can an ink dauber help with that?