awesome journal entries

Papa Roxy and Squinkies boldly going where no man has gone before

Big Mochi’s summer journal came back from the first session of academic camp that ended this past week.  I have to share this because it was just too cute to pass up.  If you can’t read it, it says this:

If I was famous, I would probably quit being popular or famous.  I would quiet being popular because I like my own privacy.  Besides, nobody popular likes being watched by Papa Roxy.  And, other people just want your autograph or your picture.  Being popular doesn’t mean you life is good.  I don’t want to be Selena Gomez or someone in the Black [drawing of an eyeball] Peas or something.  I just want to be me.  And that’s why I don’t want to be famous.

I read a lot, but reading this journal was probably one of the best things I’ve read – ever.  I closed the little spiral bound notebook with tears in my eyes from pride and joy and laughing so hard – not at her expense, but at the cuteness of all the ideas that come out of her head.  Her optimism about her bright future is apparent and her perception of different areas of her life was eye-opening and so dramatic!  G and I decided that though we’re far from ideal parents, but we’re doing something right!

This next part has nothing to do with Big Mochi’s journal, but if she kept one, I’d hope that she’d write about this conversation that I had the other morning with her when she crawled into bed with me.  Normally, G’s out of bed and at work by 4 am but this morning, he was going in later so it was rare that he was still in bed with us at this time (around 6:00).  She crawled between us and stared at poor oblivious G snoring:

Baby Mochi whispers: Mommy, I want to put one of my new Squinkies* up Daddy’s nose. 

Me, laughing: Which one?

Baby Mochi: The princess with the brown hair, because she’s holding a flashlight.  It’s dark in there.  (It’s actually a wand but it could pass for a flashlight).

Me: I don’t think Daddy would like that.

Baby Mochi: Yeah.  Boys don’t like princesses.

Is it wrong that I considered letting her do it?  I wonder if Papa Roxy would follow? 

*A Squinkie is a tiny rubber figure that’s about the height of a nickel.  They come packed in tiny eggs similar to those that come out of those gumball machines they have in supermarkets.  At her birthday party a couple of weekends ago, she got a few sets of these.  And this photo isn’t the one she was considering putting up G’s unsuspecting nose.  I couldn’t find it but this one is very similar, just without the wand.

If you didn’t get it, Papa Roxy = paparazzi.


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