Welcome to the swamp! Things are really cleaned up around here. Come with me as I travel Switzerland and the Rhine on my SUP.

Thursday, December 8, 2011

The joys of motherhood: cartoons, pj's, coffee

This is threatening to be a short list.  My number one joy of being a mom this week, turns out is not entirely embodied in the two little creatures branded to look like me who insist on carrying one or more of my names around with them, but two other kids. 
The first boy I'm in love with, whose head is shaped like a triangle and speaks with an American accent, is very creative and is always dreaming up stuff like roller-coasters. 
His brother, who I also have a crush on and whose head is very long-shaped, almost never talks, but when he does his accent is English, is the mastermind.  Strangely he reminds me of my engineer grandfather.  He can pull a tiny scrap of paper out of his back pocket, unfold it 20 times and brandish the blue-print for the roller-coaster which starts at one end of town, snakes around across town and comes back several times.   They get working on it.  They build it.  Their mom never finds out and it all gets cleared up magically. 
They are some of the most creative kids I know, actually step brothers, called Phineas and Ferb.  They are animated.  And they have a pet platypus who is a secret agent.  Haven't you always imagined your pet was a spy?  So obviously my number one reason for being a mom today?  Watching old episodes of Phineas and Ferb.
Enjoy here:

I know it's "doof", but I love it.
Mrs. Dr. "Doofenschmirtz" (rough translation: "like I'm so dumb it hurts")

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Sunday, December 4, 2011

When crocodiles hibernate...

Happy December!  I decided to break my "Winterschlaf" and wake up for the holidays.  There are several reasons for that.  Against my better judgement, I shall give you a reason for waking up and coming back into this world:
A blogger I happened to really enjoy checking out, in a blogeuristic-(rhymes with voyeuristic) kind of way, stopped posting, and I was sad.  It was a death.
Now you can clear your throat and say: "I'm sorry". 
My main motivation for spending my precious time living other people's lives, just suddenly, wasn't there anymore.  What to do?  I stopped reading blogs.  I stopped blogging.  I moved on from fantasizing about other people's lives.  I lived life.  I got a life.  Oh my.  It does sound awful.  I'm feeling very tired again.  So tired I think I'll go back to sleep.
Sing me a lullaby.  Sing me a sweet, sweet lullaby.
Your favorite croco...zzzzz....ile...zzz....
PS if you are really wondering what I've been up to lately, click here: www.mrscrocodile.com.  It's the newly renovated Mrs Crocodile web-site

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