Hello! How was everybody's Thanksgiving? Did y'all trample anybody over an Xbox?
(Are Xboxes still a thing? I don't know what the thing is this year. Because all my children are getting is the Xbox we already own, that Ezra broke as a toddler by feeding it Legos. Jason figured out how to fix it, so TA DA! Here's your Christmas miracle, kids.)
(The boys all really, really want an Xbox, but I keep saying NO XBOX because I'm a mom who hates fun and plus you guys broke the last one. I am still saying NO XBOX even now, to their great collective distress because it's ALL THEY WANT FROM SANTA, because I'm ALSO a mom with a video camera who wants an epic reaction on Christmas morning, mwa ha ha.)
(I am also a mom with an upper respiratory infection and goddamn bonus pinkeye right now. This has nothing to do with anything else in this post, but it feels wrong not to mention in because I'm whiny and sad and leaking out of way too many parts of my face right now.)
In honor of Cyber Monday and literally everybody on the planet telling you where to spend money, please enjoy a shameless plug of Everybody Gets Scared, the children's book I wrote for Twigtale, which is absolutely not on sale or discounted in any way today because ROYALTIES, PEOPLE. But it IS now one of the very first titles Twigtale offers in both a softcover and a lovely fancy upgraded hardcover version!
I just made a new version for Ezra, "aged up" a bit, and un-Halloween themed.
He's developed not just a fear, but an almost phobia-like reaction to any kind of bug, to the point where he'll refuse to go play outside and panic at school during recess if he sees a bug and isn't allowed to go inside immediately. Yeah. That is no good.
This no doubt stems from the fact that for YEARS, a single mosquito bite would result in crazy, scary-levels of swelling for him, and that even now, he gets bit far more often than his brothers and his welts are unbearably itchy and last for days. This fear then moved on to bees and anything that looks vaguely bee-like, then any bug that flies, or crawls, until this summer we realized the poor kid was running inside at the sight of any insect at all, and wouldn't believe me that butterflies won't sting him.
I filled it up with a few photos of Ezra posing "brave" and being silly, and tweaked the text to better describe his feelings and the reassurances we use. (You know, other than "IT'S A FREAKING LADYBUG. CALM DOWN AND GO BACK OUTSIDE.") You don't have to use any photos at all, if you don't have them, but kids definitely get a kick out of seeing their name and face in a "real" book.
Anyway, it would be awesome if you bought a copy. That recycled Xbox ain't gonna buy games for itself, you know.
And now I have to go repeat something a lot less fun.
Yours in pinkeye and paperwork misery,