Two out of Three

I'm sad to report I have no current Andyisms. Don't worry, I'm sure it's just bottling up and we'll have a real doozie soon.

As for Paul here, to the untrained eye, one might think he's just standing on a board. Okay, he is standing on a board. But he is standing on it because he is smart enough to know he can't manage a real skateboard yet. He's tried and failed miserably. So here's his substitute skateboard, where he practices his moves.

On the Rachel front, all I can say is that she sure puts up with an obnoxious mother some days. I stupidly went with Kevin to a baseball gathering. I had no business being there because a) I don't have a kid that plays baseball and that appeared to be part of the requirement to fully be a part of the womenfolk and b) I have limited social skills which became apparent as I tried to pretend like I could fit in. Sigh.

So I made my way to a patio chair out back, settled in and began texting my daughter, who graciously was babysitting Paul.

K: All well?

R: Yup.

K: I have terrible social skills. I'm hiding in a closet from the baseball moms.

R: Awwwww.

K: Hey, look there's a leopard coat and red shiny boots.

(no immediate response)

K: Ooh, there's a little door back here.

K: Look at all the little woodland creatures! It's snowing here!"

My phone rang. It was Rachel.

"Mother. What are you doing?"

"I'm messing with you."

"Augh. Allison and I were really feeling bad for you."

I giggled and hung up on her. And texted her again.

K: Turkish delight! (If you missed it, this is a Narnia bit)

And then I left her alone and focused on looking interested in my baseball surroundings.