Dear Crayola,

You guys need to step up to the plate ok? I have a son who is nearing 6 months of age. When he reaches the crucial coloring years there will need to be a better selection of flesh color options. We are a highyellow people you must understand, so the Brown won’t work for us.

I know you all killed the one called Flesh several years ago because that did not match everyone’s actual flesh and I understand that. So I went on a search.

I found your list of colors and I have to say I am saddened by the names. It would appear my closest two options are called Sepia and Beaver. Are you mother-freaking-kidding me???! Sepia has never been a good word for me. It sounds slightly mildewish. And Beaver??? Do I need to say what is wrong with this one?

While we are on the topic of names thanks for finally changing Indian Red to Chestnut. Sadly it took till 1999 for that to happen.

Anyway can’t you simply make a nice mochachino color. And give it a good name? I totally won’t find it racist if you name it Obama or Lenny Kravitz! My kid will know that that is HIS color immediately.

I have heard that the swirl rules the world!

Make it happen…

Maria

Spent the morning at the park catching up with an old friend, the afternoon looking at real estate, and the evening eating ribs. It was a good day for us. I hope it was for you too. 

In a story I read about a young Nepalese girl who went from doing domestic work in a remote village to getting the chance to go to a school she said, ” Throughout that experience I was very happy because instead of holding a broomstick and washing utensils, I was able to hold a pencil. It was a life-changing experience.”

People really don’t know how good they have it in this country.

Yesterday was Mother’s Day. Joe had to work so my morning was spent with Aaron. I guess you could say that I spent Mother’s Day being a mother. It was the highlight of my day. He is such a good baby and I am so blessed.

In he car, he is happy.

In the tub, he is happy.

Hanging out on the floor on his blanket, he is happy.

He did wake up at 2:00am crying for some weird reason. We don’t rise till 6:00am in the Pinkelton house and after about 20 minutes he went back to sleep. But it is all good. He is a baby afterall.

I don’t think it is fair that the holiday is about the mom. Without Aaron I would not be one.

Joe came home around 9:00 and my real celebration could begin. Sitting on the sofa with him watching Sunday night cartoons is what I consider a good night. Tonight we do dinner at my choice of restaurant.

Allow me to brag and say that with this family, everyday is Mother’s Day.