Not Me Monday Friday, an email

UPDATED:

Click here to see the video of the latest news story about Stellan. (But, of course, if you read my blog, you already know all the new details!) Below the written article, you can view all the videos and stories that KSTP has run about us during the past few weeks.

Additionally, although contrary to what would seem to be popular belief, there is no prize for being the first commenter on any of my posts, I may indeed have to come up with a prize for the person who is the 10 millionth hit on my blog. In my very lower left sidebar, you’ll see the statcounter, amazingly approaching that big number. I can hardly wrap my mind around how crazy that is.

For a prize? How about this: If you are the 10 millionth hit, and you take a photo of it [be it via screen shot, point and shoot camera, cell phone or even Polaroid (do they still make those?)], your prize will be that I’ll post your photo, link to you and write about you on my blog. I know that’s not exactly generous, but I am lacking in time to get to the post office right now, so a virtual prize will have to do.

Good luck! You know, if I believed in luck.

ORIGINAL POST:

The following post is based upon an actual email I received from a gal named Becky today. Becky, a self-described creep of Matt Logelin’s, lives in the Thawed Tundra and inserted herself into our lives recently. Determined to help our family with child care and errand running during Stellan’s hospitalization, Becky has been a God-send, literally. I’d link to her blog as well, but she’s apparently too busy with her philanthropic ways to keep one. I could link directly to the Google Earth map of her house, but I doubt her husband would appreciate that.

Anyway, even though I never knew Becky before Matt’s blog connected us, it turns out she is IRL* friends with my IRL* friend Alyssa.

*In Real Life

Are you keeping track of this? There will be a test.

Anyway, Becky’s email today went something like this:

Hey beautiful, gorgeous, orange-shirt-wearing MckMama (Aside by me: I did mention that this is loosely based on her actual email, right?),

I had a blast playing with your oldest three MckKids today. We had a picnic and played scarecrow. Do you know that game? If not, it’s best not to request an explanation as it was something about me cawing around the yard the boys screaming boo at me.

(Aside by me: Although I’ve not heard of scarecrow before, this sounds about right to me. The boys have another game called bee wherein the adult runs around buzzing after them while they, in turn, scream. Bee is similar to, though not altogether entirely the same as, dinosaur where, you guessed it, the adult runs around roaring like a dinosaur and the boys flee while, you guessed it, screaming.)

Alyssa came over while I watched your MckKids today and we took them to the park down the block. Although it’s Friday, it might be most appropriate to finish this email in the spirit of your utterly fabulous blog carnival, Not Me! Monday:

Upon arriving at your house this morning, I did not find Big Mac playing outside in his jammies and leave him in said jammies, even for the park trip, so that his clothes would be clean for preschool.

Alyssa did not tell your children to “Say boogers!” when she was trying to distract the kids while I fumbled with my phone for a picture of them on the slide because we know that you don’t like your children to use slang words like boogers.

Upon arrival at your house this morning, I did not find Small Fry in jeans that were probably MckNugget’s (Aside by me: They were.), a sweatshirt that might be MckMuffin’s (Aside by me: It was.) and tights that were most likely hers.

Some guy in the park did not say to me “She looks like Cindy Lou Who,” leaving me to wonder if he’s the only person in the state that doesn’t read your blog and know that that thought has already been covered!

Big Mac did not feel the need to accessorize Alyssa’s baby while he sat next to her in the car by putting his Bob The Builder sunglasses on her tiny face.

So there you have it. Proof that your other MckChildren, who miss you terribly, are, in fact, being rather well cared for in your absense!

Love,

Becky

(Aside by me: I can neither confirm nor deny reports that Becky’s email wrapped up with the following post script:

“Your children, albeit strangely dressed and, today, terribly sandy, are the most beautiful, well-behaved, angelic cherubs I have ever had occasion to lay eyes upon.”)

Ahem.