This Face. This Face is Why She is Spoiled Rotten.

Never Underestimate the Power of a Tweet

It started with a tweet:

When Ginny first said she needed help, that she needed everybody who could see her message to start reaching out, I knew she would accomplish her mission. I knew she would find a way to get a plane to Haiti and that she would get the kids to safety.

And, of course, she did.

What happened between that first tweet and the arrival of the 53 orphans in Pittsburgh this morning is a story that I suspect will never fully be told. Party lines had to be crossed. Egos had to be checked. Miracles had to happen. I've previously worked with a few of the players who were involved in the final effort, so I have a tiny glimpse of how challenging it had to have been for all of the people involved to coordinate efforts. I have a tiny glimpse, and yet I'm sure I have no idea.

She'll never admit it, but Ginny did an amazing thing, and it all started with that first tweet.

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A HUGE thank you to each of you who wrote your elected officials, tweeted support, and contacted anybody you thought might be able to help. I am hugely humbled by how fantastic some of the people in "my circle" are. You know who you are. :-)

Why, Yes, I am Bragging. And?

Kid art makes me happy. I mean, who else but a 3-year old would figure out a way to make Violet from The Incredibles look like a character from The Princess and the Frog?

Trippy.

Recently Alexis came home from school with this masterpiece:

Of course, I immediately asked, "What is that?" I really didn't know.

The artist was a little offended that I needed to ask. She sighed, rolled her eyes at my stupidity, and then said, "It's you and my friends." The word, "Duh" was implied, but not actually spoken.

"Oh," I said. I found the explanation even more confusing than the picture because, uh, what's up with my nose?

Oink? Oink.

I won't even address the 82354609134 other things that are horribly wrong with that depiction of me. Nothing about it is flattering, that's for sure.

Then there is "the friends." I was going to ask what is up with the circles on their bodies, but I was afraid the answer was going to be even more disturbing than anything my imagination could come up with.

I'm just going to go with cow udders. So, uh, moooo.

I looked at that particular piece of art for days trying to decipher all the mysteries it holds. DAYS. And then I noticed it:

The sun. THE SUN LOOKS LIKE A SUN! Suddenly, I don't really care that my kid thinks I have a pig nose and an booty wider than a semi, SHE CAN DRAW THE SUN!

The only question is, how did she learn what it looks like? It's not like she sees it all that often in Pittsburgh.