My mom and I talked about her parents a little yesterday. She’s coming up on 50 and I know she’s thinking about her mom a lot. She and her mom didn’t really get along, and I think as she gets older she’s starting to understand her a lot more.

So we talked about it and it turns out that she still has Pop in his urn. She talked about where she has to go to scatter him with grandma and sent me a link to the, basically to the fucking CULT she was brought up in.

I’m totally boggled that she turned out even remotely normal. And she married my dad, who went and joined up with the masons shortly after the wedding. And there’s mom with a cult family and my dad in the masons.

And here I am perfectly normal.

It was very strange.

And of course I had to start giggling.

Me: I didn’t know you were Amish!

Mom: I wasn’t Amish!

Me: Be sure that the urn doesn’t have any buttons!

Mom: Shut up!

Me: Because that’s hohmut. Vain.

Mom: I’m not Amish!

Me: *losing it*: If you were Mennonite I guess you could have a zipper seal or something…

Mom: *also losing it*: SHUT UP!

Me: but if you’re Amish you need to use a hook-and-eye seal I guess.

Mom: You’re so, so bad.

*some normal conversation of how Mom and Bob are going to drive the ashes there and scatter them themselves*

Me: That’s really nice. It’ll be good.

Mom: Yeah.

Me: Besides, do the Amish accept FedEx?

Mom: I’M NOT AMISH!!

Me: Mom, why do you hate the Amish?

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I sent out an Email entitled “Crazy Ass Penguins!” with a link to this clip:

Crazy Ass Penguins

My mom: Oh my goodness. He was just full of joy! He WAS crazy ass. Either that or a really bad itch.

Me: Hemorrhoids! Penguin hemorrhoids! OW OW OW OW OW OW OW OW OW OW! *boing boing boing boing boing boing*

Mom: More like itch in the ditch and very short fingers.

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Ewwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww. Mooooooooommmmmm

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I swear I’m trying to remember to write. I swear.

What’s going on these days:

TT is teaching in greater capacity at Northwestern University and Elmhust College. He’s doing some work for Oprah. He’s generally brilliant and still trying to work around the needs of a musician and the needs of a baby. He’s an excellent father.

I’m taking Development of Language in Young Children and driving the professor crazy by having a thousand questions about each and every subject. The poor woman is just trying to teach an undergrad course and I’m ready to start on my Ph.D. Still, I’m going nuts with wanting to know and getting angry at the people in the class who don’t get it. Maybe I’ll get my Masters degree from St. X and try and get my Ph.D. from Northwestern.

Wallace -

Wallace turned four months old on January 10th. He’s mostly sitting up with very little help. He’s in the 95th percentile for weight and height both at 19lbs and 27inches. His head circumference is in the 50th percentile.

He loves his daycare and the kids at his daycare. He’s pretty much abandoned daytime naps but will sleep as much as 11 hours at night.

His first tooth has come in. His lower right canine tooth.

He can play with toys and understands now that when he pushes a button or plays with a toy, something happens. This has lead to some absolutely painfully adorable smacking of random things to see if they do anything. He laughs and smiles all the time and has the sweetest cheeks of any baby ever.

Life is crazy, but good. We’re still getting the hang of this parenting thing.

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