For the past four and a half years we have had at least one child in diapers. For one entire year we had three. For another entire year and a half we had two. What I’m trying to say is that I’m thinking about Gone Girling it to a trailer in High Ridge this holiday season.
Also, holy Pampers points people. If you don’t know what a Pampers point is, well, stay thirsty my friends.
I’ve redeemed them for toys, donated diapers to children in need, bought livestock, a panda, and a Kim Kardashian look-a-like. And yet still we still have points coming out of our… well, you know.
A few months ago I used my points for a Shutterfly book to store the girls’ ultrasound pictures because I noticed they had begun to atrophy in our basement:
And yes – you can go ahead and file that one under Someone Has Too Much Time On Her Hands *carefully applies lipstick to Kim Kardashian look-a-like*.
Anyhoo, I had this other idea to use some for another Shutterfly book, this time I would write a children’s book. Not for the public or money or infamy but just for my girls with funny pictures and a story about them. But then I thought about having my 4-year-old draw the pictures, which slowly turned into having her do the whole dang thing. Which is pretty much how everything goes around here:
BIG IDEA > SMALL IDEA > MAKE THE KIDS DO IT
So I sat down with a pen and paper and asked her to tell me a story. And this is exactly what came out of her mouth without missing a beat, word for word. No editing or fixing. And it’s riveting. There’s a plot, conflict, a protagonist, hero, antagonist and a resolution. And over the next few weeks she spent her quiet time drawing the pictures to accompany the story.
I am pretty sure she just sealed her fate of me pushing her to become a famous author, living vicariously through her as she dodges paparazzi at her big New York book signing.
I thought a few of you might be looking for a cool holiday gift for the grandparents, and she said it was okay to share. Without further adieu, here is Ellie’s first published novella. Hold onto your hats.