Miss Kinder and I spent a good part of the weekend working on these. We are doing work related to the Kids ATC swap that was organized by these crafty women in the blogosphere. We got out the pens, markers, watercolors, magazines and gluesticks. She woke up this morning asking if we could go do some more. It was 6:15. Can you tell which of these was done by me, and which were her handiwork? I put the answer at the end of the post.
I think now is as good of a time as any to give you the story behind the blog name. I like words, a lot. So much that I owe tens of thousands of dollars in student loans from my MFA in creative writing. Weren't the 90's hilarious?
Anyhow, skipthechips makes me think a little of skipping to my lou, or skipping rocks -- fun activities which I do a lot of these days. Then there is the healthy angle of skipping the chips that it could conjure. You might think I'm the kind of girl who would say, "would you please substitute the chips/fries for a side salad?" I like that you might think that of me. I sometimes wish I were that girl. She's really got it together.
But here's the truth: when I was pregnant with my second daughter I had these cravings for Subway sandwiches. I knew well the risks of eating lunchmeat during pregnancy, and I believed they were important. But these were cravings, and these things defy rational thinking. So, I asked my Other Half (OH! as I will refer to him) if he would please pick me up a Subway sandwich on his way home. The insanity line was crossed when I phoned OH! on the cell and shouted, "skip the chips and get the footlong!"
He didn't even laugh at me. That's how crazy he'd gotten used to life with me being. I guess it wasn't much different than the first pregnancy, when he presented a gorgeous broiled salmon and steamed veggie dinner to me and I barked "That's NOT gravy!" Which gives me a terrific name for another blog come to think of it.
Answer: top row, Miss Kinder; bottom row, me