Monday, June 11, 2012
Not affiliated with any religion, I still believe that there is a powerful spirit that unites all beings.
"Well, God is everywhere and in everything," I said. "God is always looking out for us and making sure we are doing our best."
He sat with that for a moment and concluded, "So God is actually like a toddler and Santa mixed together?"
Wednesday, June 6, 2012
While I was packing his stuff, he looked with distain at his (rather nifty) shark bathing suit and began to describe the suit he would much rather wear.
"It would be like a Batman suit, but shorter so I wouldn't get too hot but there would be real wings that would float and I would have a helmet with ears so I could hear underwater and even teeth so I could scare away bad fish but not so I would scare away the babies also at the beach and boots but not like my smelly winter boots but ones that would make me swim really fast and a belt that could hold my toys and then we can eat ice cream. Do you think we can get that? And then get the ice cream?"
"That sounds pretty involved for a swimsuit. Where do you think they sell that," I asked.
Long pause for thought.
"Um, in my 'magination. Or Target."
Tuesday, May 29, 2012
"When can we go play outside??????"
"When I am done folding all of your clothes."
Insert pause long enough for me to fold two pairs of I-want-to-be-just-like-daddy boxers, three have-seen-whiter-days white undershirts and match you-are-close-enough-to-black navy with black socks.
"Mama? What if there was a button you could press that would make someone else come and do this instead? Can you get someone like that?"
"Yes, sweetie. It is called 'you'."
"I thought so."
Friday, May 25, 2012
The nurse jumped right in with a plethora of judgmental questions that had me lying quite early in the morning.
"Can he draw a person with more than three parts?" she asked.
"He's a regular Picasso!" (If scribbles in one color count.)
"Can he stack a tower with more than 12 blocks?"
"I think he will be an architect!" (He usually smashes then down by number 7, but I am sure he could...)
"Does he know fantasy from reality?"
We both gaze at Baby Boy who is decked out in full Bat Man garb and who introduces himself as such.
My long pause gives me away.
Sunday, May 13, 2012
Here is what he dictated:
lets me eat gum for dinner.
takes me to Chuck E. Cheese everyday.
lets me use the oven.
lets me drive her car.
lets me make fires in the fireplace.
If any of these thing were true, I would win Mother of the Year in the eyes of my 4-year old and a night in jail courtesy of DHS.
Tuesday, April 10, 2012
The kids from across the street came running over after school. As I unloaded the dishwasher, I was vaguely aware of them huddled with Baby Boy in the kitchen. I was too tired to try and interpret their whispers. Within minutes they were running out the door, anyway.
Monday, March 19, 2012
I met my brother and niece at the playground this morning. There was a mother who was pushing her 14-month old son on the swing. Each time the infant made contact with her hands she would shove him away but not before screaming a Spanish number at him.
Sunday, February 26, 2012
Tuesday, February 21, 2012
I took Baby Boy out to his favorite diner for Vacation Chocolate Chip Pancakes this morning.
Wednesday, February 15, 2012
I know I am in the minority here, but I HEART me some Valentine's Day. It helps that DH, historically, has been very good at it: jewelry, candy, flowers, lingerie...someone trained him well.
Sunday, February 12, 2012
There is a hotel around the corner from us that has a cool roof top bar that looks out over the city.
Tuesday, February 7, 2012
Baby Boy missed the previous two weeks because of the flu. That is the equivalent of missing a day of high school biology, coming back and realizing everyone is ready for the MCATS. While we were absent, the kids learned to run and dribble…at the same time.
“In your final week,” boomed Coach. “You will put together all of the skills and play a real game!”
This was terrifying enough. But then he grabbed a red mesh bag and started rummaging through it. Oh no. Flash backs to gym class dumped over the parents like a Gatorade bucket of seawater. The children took a subconscious step back.
These horrible, never-ever-to-be-washed, germ laden, disgusting items were being chucked toward our kids. Some screamed. Some ran. One lone ranger donned his with pride.
After a warm-up wrestling match to get the Reds and Yellows in their battle garb, the game began.
Every skill that Coach had patiently gone over in the preceding weeks was forgotten. It was every man for himself. Kids kicked and hissed to get the ball. Their hands turned into Death Grip mitts. They flung the ball into whatever hoop was furthest away. They squealed and hit the deck if the ball landed anywhere near them.
It was brilliant.
And even better? Tee Ball starts next month.
Thursday, February 2, 2012
When I picked Baby Boy up from school, I was informed that he had peed his pants three times today.
Tuesday, January 24, 2012
Baby Boy has been sick since Sunday. He had no appetite so it wasn't an issue that we had no food in the house...until about an hour ago when he announced he was finally starving.
Monday, January 23, 2012
A dolphin appeared, like a gray miracle. It sat in the school hall next to a giant bag of forgotten clothes destined for donation.
Tuesday, January 17, 2012
Tuesday, January 10, 2012
Moms that say they never want their kids involved in team sports that have the potential to grow into weekends driving to Newark and Worchester for travel team tournaments have never had a 3 1/2 year old during a New England January.
Saturday, January 7, 2012
I have been attempting to get Baby Boy to write, nay scribble, upon some Thank You cards for his plethora of Christmas gifts. It was easier to potty train him.
Tuesday, January 3, 2012
I asked Baby Boy this morning, "When your friends ask you what you got for Christmas, what are you going to tell them?"