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Taking Charge

noreply@blogger.com (Lisa Page Rosenberg) — Tue, 21 May 2013 00:00:13 PDT

"Do you know where my shoes are?"

"I think I saw them under the big dinosaur on the playground, Desmond."

"Okay, Bob."

"I'll go with you, Desmond, because I'm the oldest."

If You Go to Your Cousin's Wedding by Bob Rosenberg

noreply@blogger.com (Lisa Page Rosenberg) — Mon, 20 May 2013 00:00:07 PDT

"If you go to your cousin's wedding your parents, mostly your mom, is going to make you wear dress up clothes: pants with dark socks and shiny shoes and a button shirt. There is another part you have to wear and that is a tie. The week before, you can clip the tie on to your t-shirts and wear it around the house for practice but when you wear it it's still kind of choking you a little, but don't worry, it's just pretend not real choking. Everyone is dressed up at the wedding, even your cousin Harry, not just you. Your dad also wears a tie and everything."

"There's the wedding part where your cousin wears a big white dress and does the marrying. There is Hebrew singing, Hebrew's another language, and everyone claps at the kissing part.

"There's two super fun parts at the wedding. There's a photo booth where you can wear hats and sunglasses and be a rockstar with your dad."

"Also there is a Michael Jackson impersonator who does singing to the Thriller song and everything. Your dad will take a picture with him and it will be so cool."

"You get to have orange juice with ice from a bar and bread rolls with your chicken dinner. There are sparkler sticks and you can hold one. It's all super good and it's a long walk back to the car and you will definitely fall asleep in the car on the way home. Definitely."

Smacksy Sunday Links

noreply@blogger.com (Lisa Page Rosenberg) — Sun, 19 May 2013 00:00:07 PDT

A dad drew thousands of pictures on his kid's lunches.

16 foods that will regrow from kitchen scraps. This is cool.

Baby quadruplets laughing. Cuteness.

Happy Sunday.

Smacksy Saturday Photo: Retro Bob

noreply@blogger.com (Lisa Page Rosenberg) — Sat, 18 May 2013 00:00:04 PDT

Mexico, 2006

I may have posted this before. It's one of my favorites.

Yes, a Jedi

noreply@blogger.com (Lisa Page Rosenberg) — Fri, 17 May 2013 07:41:19 PDT

"What are you going to do while I'm at school today, Mom?"

"I'm going to a lady store. I might need a new dress."

"You don't need a new dress, you want a new dress."

"That's very true. I have taught you well, young Padawan."

"Mom, I'm not a Jedi."

"Yet."

1,460 Days

noreply@blogger.com (Lisa Page Rosenberg) — Thu, 16 May 2013 00:00:05 PDT

Four years ago today, I started Smacksy. I have posted something here every day since then. This simple action has caused a ripple effect in my life that I could have never imagined. I have made new friends, re-connected with old ones, updated extended family on our doings, and kept a family record of sorts. I have written a lot and that is something I love to do. I have gratitude for this place. And you guys. Especially you guys. Thank you.

Four years has flown. There is no end in sight.

Scene From the Art Table

noreply@blogger.com (Lisa Page Rosenberg) — Wed, 15 May 2013 00:00:17 PDT

"Bob, you didn't make checks all the way down like you're supposed to."

"You're not the teacher Layla, you can't judge me."

"I'm not judging you, I'm telling you what I think you did that's wrong."

"That's what judging is, Layla."

"I'm just telling you."

"I know what you're telling me."

I Beg to Differ

noreply@blogger.com (Lisa Page Rosenberg) — Tue, 14 May 2013 00:00:01 PDT

"Mom, when we get home I'm going to set up my clone army."

"When we get home I'm going to have a cup of coffee."

"You drink too much coffee, Mom."

"Why do you say that?"

"I just think it's too much."

"I think it's barely enough."

"You really need to make better choices."

About His Mom by Bob Rosenberg

noreply@blogger.com (Lisa Page Rosenberg) — Mon, 13 May 2013 00:00:08 PDT

Just for the record - it's not salad.

Smacksy Sunday Links

noreply@blogger.com (Lisa Page Rosenberg) — Sun, 12 May 2013 00:00:07 PDT

An interesting little exercise about what your environment says about you.

A fantastic obituary.

And historical figures get a modern makeover.

Happy Mother's Day.
Happy Sunday.

Smacksy Saturday Photo: Dudes

noreply@blogger.com (Lisa Page Rosenberg) — Sat, 11 May 2013 00:00:02 PDT

Dirt + Rocks + Pals

Lego Logic

noreply@blogger.com (Lisa Page Rosenberg) — Fri, 10 May 2013 00:00:08 PDT

"We're on number three, Felix"

"No, we're on four."

"Three."

"Four. This is the fourth bag, Bob."

"Oh, I thought we were talking about instruction manuals."

"We're talking about bags and we're on the fourth one."

"Okay but we're on the third manual. Where's the bag?"

"Where's the manual?"

"This is the coolest set ever."

"I know."

Max

noreply@blogger.com (Lisa Page Rosenberg) — Thu, 09 May 2013 00:00:07 PDT

Meet Max Rosenberg, Bob's new beta fish. Or as Bob refers to him, "my new brother." Technically Max is a "Siamese Fighting Fish" but they're all goldfish to me. Max came to live with us on Bob's birthday and seemed to feel right at home in his Sponge Bob themed water condo.

Teddy enjoys sitting in front of the fishbowl, watching Max do his thing. Maybe they're bonding. Or Teddy's monitoring Max for future snacking purposes. I'm not clear on how the fish/dog relationship works.

Bob has a lot to say to Max, he's getting him up to speed on the family. Max is the silent type but I think he gets it.

Are We Having Fun Yet?

noreply@blogger.com (Lisa Page Rosenberg) — Wed, 08 May 2013 00:00:01 PDT

A few months ago Jeff asked me, “What do you do for fun?”

I stared back at him blankly while I scanned my life for the fun stuff.

“I like to read?” It was a question.

“You mean for your book clubs? Isn’t that more like homework?”

“Getting together for the actual club part is fun and sometimes I like the books.”

“Uh huh.”

“I like to travel.” There I had one.

“When’s the last time you did that?”

“Okay maybe not that but... We went to that Prince concert that time.”

“How many years ago?”

I knew what he was getting at. Of course there was joy in my life every day: Watching Bob play Little League, volunteering in the kindergarten classroom, family time with the guys. But I couldn’t think of the last time I had fun for the sake of fun. I was quickly becoming aware that I had become a person with no hobbies and no interests. Watching episodes of “Elementary” and buying vintage linens on Ebay didn’t really count as “hobbies.” Thank God my days of trying to sound exciting in an online dating profile were far in the past.

I asked some of my mom friends what they did for fun and was met by either blank stares or laughter or both.

“I got a massage a couple of months ago,” Elise said. We decided that this was more of a medical necessity than actual fun.

“I got to see part of a movie awhile back,” said Cindy. “But then the sitter called and we had to leave early because Dylan threw up.”

We were a fun-less group. It was time to go looking for the fun.

This is how I found myself contra dancing last month, an activity that has nothing to offer but fun. Then Jeff and Bob and I went to the pier and rode the Ferris Wheel: So much fun. Two weeks ago my friend Nikki and I took a morning boat to Catalina Island and went ziplining. The whole day trip was designed for fun and it delivered. Zipping through the canyon at 30 miles an hour, I thought – Yes. More of this.

We are currently planning our next adventure: belay rock climbing. I had to Google “belay.” It has something to do with a harness and someone not letting you fall off a wall. And it sounds fun.

Muscle Men

noreply@blogger.com (Lisa Page Rosenberg) — Tue, 07 May 2013 00:00:18 PDT

"Look, Felix. This mini-figure has muscles and a six pack."

"Do you have a six-pack, Bob?'

"Sort of one because I do gymnastics. Do you?"

"Yeah, I have a tiny six-pack from being good at monkey bars."

Now He Is Seven

noreply@blogger.com (Lisa Page Rosenberg) — Mon, 06 May 2013 00:00:03 PDT

Bob had two requests for his birthday. He asked that we have the party at the indoor playground at the mall, and he asked that we have a theme. At first he thought he would like the theme to be his favorite show, "Sponge Bob Square Pants." After much consideration he finally decided the theme should be his favorite band, Black Sabbath. Related: There is no Black Sabbath aisle at Party City.

Bob helped put together a playlist of his favorite songs to make into CDs for party favors. Bob's musical tastes lean heavy into the 1978.

Bob's godmother also made these rad chocolate guitars to give out.

Kids arrived and did things in this thing.

Party Room B was decorated.

The cupcakes were unpacked.

Mr. Rosenberg and his friend, Mr. Kwong, donned wigs and played "Iron Man" and "Happy Birthday." Party Room B has never rocked so hard.

No, that's actually not Howard Stern, but rather a quite fetching Mr. Rosenberg.

A number seven candle was blown out by the birthday boy.

Bob said it was his best party ever. And I didn't even have to wear my Princess Leia costume.

Smacksy Sunday Links

noreply@blogger.com (Lisa Page Rosenberg) — Sun, 05 May 2013 00:00:00 PDT

7 myths about creativity.

Amazing photographs.

A sweet story of a fish with a life jacket.

Happy Sunday.

Smacksy Saturday Photo: Up

noreply@blogger.com (Lisa Page Rosenberg) — Sat, 04 May 2013 00:00:07 PDT

There are mountains to climb.

Cracks

noreply@blogger.com (Lisa Page Rosenberg) — Fri, 03 May 2013 00:00:07 PDT

"Mom, do you know the Don't Step On a Crack game?"

"What are the rules?"

"The rules are that you don't step on any cracks. And if you do you lose."

"Okay."

"Mom? I'm pretty sure we'll never make it across the street."

Ratings

noreply@blogger.com (Lisa Page Rosenberg) — Thu, 02 May 2013 00:00:09 PDT

"Mom, today was awesome."

"I'm so glad, Honey."

"I mean really, really awesome like seventh best day of my life awesome."

"That does sounds great."

"But after my birthday on Sunday and the farm field trip on Friday it might get knocked down two, but for now it's definitely seventh best."

I Only Know Yoda

noreply@blogger.com (Lisa Page Rosenberg) — Wed, 01 May 2013 00:56:13 PDT

"See this character, Mom? This is Chi Eekway Papanoida. She's a senator from Pantora, the moon of Orto Poltunia. She wears a cloak covered in Wroonian healing stones. She was an advisor to Supreme Chancellor Palpatine during the Clone Wars. Did you get that?"

You Talking to Me?

noreply@blogger.com (Lisa Page Rosenberg) — Tue, 30 Apr 2013 00:00:18 PDT

"Miss Lew! Oh my gosh, I mean Mom. Mom! I called you my teacher's name."

"It happens."

"I've never done that before."

"It's not a big deal."

"It's kind of weird-ing me out, Miss Lew. I mean, Mom. I did it again! What's happening to me?"

The Countdown Begins

noreply@blogger.com (Lisa Page Rosenberg) — Mon, 29 Apr 2013 00:00:21 PDT

"Mom, what's in that box that came in the mail? But who's it addressed to? Is it for me? Is it a present for my birthday? Can I shake it? How fragile? Is it Legos? It doesn't sound like Legos. I won't shake it anymore. Does it go with that other box that came last week that you hid in your closet? I don't know, I just saw it in there one time. Is that one fragile too? Is that one for me? Mom, did you know it's only six more days 'til my birthday?"

Smacksy Sunday Links

noreply@blogger.com (Lisa Page Rosenberg) — Sun, 28 Apr 2013 00:00:07 PDT

These places are real and totally unreal.

I liked this essay about speaking joy.

And I'm a sucker for good latte art.

Happy Sunday.

Smacksy Saturday Photo: Retro Bob & Mr. Rosenberg

noreply@blogger.com (Lisa Page Rosenberg) — Sat, 27 Apr 2013 00:00:11 PDT

Amsterdam, 2007