Tuesday, October 07, 2008


Rojo had a big day yesterday. Straight after school we went to Woohoo's volleyball game, then to work a pick-up shift at the Snack Shack.

Then home to play "The Killing Game" with Daddy - whereby he uses his ball-peen hammer-like heels to beat the blank out of Daddy. This is a newer version of "Knee" another game involving hurting Daddy, and making Rojo writhe with pleasure, all at the same time.

Then dinner (sourdough toast with garlic salt), a bath, jammies, and a round or two of "Alleluia," a take-off of "The Yelling Game."

Life doesn't get much better than that.


Drama Mama said...

Stop torturing me so early in the morning! I'm laughing and crying - I LOVE him!!


I love his skinny little legs and feet, his jammies, his toast, his snack shack, his joie de vivre.

He is my guru.

He reminds me to be in the moment.

Thank you Carrie; thank you for sharing this boy!

Suzy said...

Damn! Why can't I retire and just do what you do????

Love you and that boy.


Angie Ledbetter said...

Ah, to work in the Snack Shack and live in the Love Shack. Bliss!

pixiemama said...

You know, it's not often that this sentence would drift off my fingers, but - Poor Daddy! Get that man some Excedrin and a hot tub!

(OK, the hot tub is obviously for you, too.)


Michelle O'Neil said...

All in a day's work, right?

Might I suggest epsom salts and a hot bath for STM?

Joanne said...

The pictures say it all ...