My Son Guest Blogs But I Refuse To Rename The Website I Eat Sand

I am incapable of writing after yesterday’s post (and staying up until 1:30 a.m.). So I have asked my son to guest post. He’s three and a half. E begrudgingly agrees to contribute some words and photography:

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and then he types his name and hits enter 26 times.  I’ll spare you the enters.  You’re welcome.

He is not any less prolific with his photography.


He took all the pictures. Without prompting. He’s a genius. Or just looking forward to embarrassing his sister.

And yes, the hotness in the green flannel monkey pajamas and yellow Frankenstein boxers, is me. The green monkey line is not available in stores anymore. But you can always go with these in a pinch.

Alex Iwashyna

Alex Iwashyna went from a B.A. in philosophy to an M.D. to a SAHM, poet and writer by 30. She spends most of her writing time on, a humor blog (except when it's serious) about her husband fighting zombies, awkward attempts at friendship, and dancing like everyone is watching. She also has a soft spot for culture, politics, and rude Southern people who offend her Yankee sensibilities. She parents 2 elementary-aged children, 1 foster baby, 3 cats, and 1 puppy, who are all Southern but not rude. Yet.

25 thoughts to “My Son Guest Blogs But I Refuse To Rename The Website I Eat Sand”

  1. hahaha! I Eat Sand is NOT a bad idea. My son has all kinds of blog ideas for me and I have been thinking about having him guest post one of these days too. Freaky thing is that I just found out that in the 1st grade kids at his school are encouraged to start their own blogs!! They are through the school website and password protected. I can’t even imagine what they’d say. So, the day will be here before you know it! (He’s a great photographer, by the way)
    .-= Cecilia´s last blog ..Mom + Camera + Cute = Internet? =-.

  2. Oooh! How nice of him to help! I love, love, love finding pictures that I daughter has taken. I get her little perspective of the world, from her height, from her little eyes. She takes pictures of hearts she finds in shadows and reflections. It is the most precious thing.

    You’re lucky you can still wear flannel pjs. It’s hot here which means I’ve begun assaulting my family with skin. The 5 year old has yelled, “Ewe, Mom!” more times than she would like.
    .-= Melissa´s last blog ..You’ll have to excuse me while I tend to life. =-.

  3. Too funny — My girl had to add her own story after my husband laughed out loud at one of mine. “Mommy, I want a green piece of paper like that.”
    I don’t know if the world is ready for the fantastic photo art she creates. She’s ahead of her time (or chopping off all heads).
    .-= Kate´s last blog ..just a couple of little moments… =-.

  4. Oh, I thought the pictures were of him! I kept thinking – how could he be 3.5? He looks ….. first of all, like a girl. And second of all, about as old as my baby.

    Then I realized it WAS a girl. And a baby. So he’s not such a bad photographer after all. :o)
    .-= Miss Welcome´s last blog ..Two Things =-.

  5. I’m smelling a pulitzer and some kind of global photography award. Definitely. Way adorable. Way cute. AND be careful because someone might just hijack your monkey pjs now that we know they are no longer available… Watch your back. It might even be the elderly zombies. They like monkey pajamas so I’ve heard.

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