‘Neener, Neener’

Last night, Rlo and I had dinner with Mrs. AK and her kids. After dinner Little AK asked me to read her a story and tuck her in. This has been a longstanding tradition between the two of us, until recently, when she’s decided Rlo can join us.

No matter which book I choose, Little AK wants the male character to be called Rlo-pants. He blushes and I oblige. The three of us crawl into her tiny PINK! bed to hear the story. As I turned over the last page, Little AK immediately dismissed Rlo from her bedroom, so that I could tuck her in properly.

As I was picking up her stuffed animals and placing them on her bed, she looked up at me and said, “Goodnight, Sarah, I love you more than Rlo.”

“Well, sweetie, I love you more than chocolate, and you know how I love chocolate.”

“But, Sarah, I love you more than Google.”

Realizing I couldn’t follow that up, I gave her a quick kiss, turned off the light and ran downstairs to gloat.

I went; I smiled; I survived!

Blogged under AK and Mrs. AK throw the best parties on the block, little ak, sports on Monday 10 March 2008 at 9:06 am


Gloria Gaynor has nothing on me–I did survive! Although, bruised and humiliated, but that’s a given anytime I leave the house.

For a less “Fuuuuu-ck” filled video clip go here. And to see the very bruised and swollen damage go here.

Happy Birthday, Little AK

Little AK’s birthday was a wild success. I drank good wine, had chocolate cake and heard 15 kids screeching all at once, reminding me I’m no where near ready for parenthood. Luckily I had the foresight to take Advil in advance.

My favorite part of the party took place this morning, long after I’d gone home.

Mrs. AK: “Go get the Hannah Montana doll so I can open it for you.”

Little AK: “I thought Daisy’s Sarah took it home.”

Mrs. AK: “You mean Arlo?”

Little AK: “Oh yeah, I mean Arlo.”

I love the way kids think! I belong to Daisy and not the other way around. And that she didn’t question Arlo stealing her toys, and in fact sort of expected it.

Single-Handedly Supporting The Cyrus Family

Blogged under little ak, music on Friday 14 December 2007 at 9:39 am
Little AK loves Hannah Montana. She’s four, so I mostly refrain from making fun of her. When I got home yesterday there was brown package sitting on my doorstep. I got excited thinking maybe it was something that I had ordered last week for myself. No such luck. It was the singing Hannah Montana doll I ordered for Little AK’s birthday on Saturday, which reminded me I still needed to pick up her Christmas present. While Marky and I were out running errands yesterday I picked up CD for her. Yup, you guessed it, yet another Hannah Montana product.

As I was paying the cashier picked up the CD and said, “This is SUCH a great CD! I just love her music.” “Cool, but it’s not for me. It’s for a friend’s daughter,” I said. “Look lady, a lot of women your age buy this CD. There’s no reason to be embarrassed. It’s really good music.” At this point I was totally annoyed, why would I lie about it? Seriously. I proudly admit to listening to Vanilla Ice and MC Hammer; clearly I have no problem admitting to horrible taste in music. “This music is for kids, it’s not really an adult genre. Can you just ring it up and let me go home please?” Without another word he did just that.

Fast forward to today.

I walk into my office and am just settling in when Ashley walks in and said, “I bought a Hannah Montana song on iTunes. It’s really, really good. You have to listen.” I made fun of her a little bit and then gave it a listen.

And you know what? That stupid cashier was right.