He's our newest family member! His new BFF is Jonathan.
This is Jonathan's face when he first met Fred…
Thirteen years ago, we welcomed him into our family.
And watched him grow and change.
And enjoy life
And the things life has to offer
(And puts up with scary relatives!)
My boy is growing up. Not so much a boy anymore, but more a young man. He isn't afraid to take care of his mother and always seems to know how I feel. I love his sense of adventure and his great attention to detail. I love how he carries on a conversation with his father; both of them engrossed in whatever technical thing has captured their attention. I love to watch him help his younger sister with whatever it is she is working on and the way he always knows how to fix things….and where to find the batteries!
I love watching him look up to his older brothers and sister.
I sure love having him in our family.
Happy Birthday, Son!
The title makes absolutely no sense, does it?
That about sums up the Smart One's educational studies right now. Poor boy like things to be detailed and make sense to him. They need to be clear and precise. Real.
Oh, and did I mention it needs to make sense?
And enter Vogon Poetry…for English.
Which he already doesn't care much for. Because he'd rather be doing math or science.
Because they make sense to him.
An example, if you please:
See, now the Smart One and I love to jingle. We can jingle for hours and have a blast doing it! One of us will start and we'll go on and on and on…while everyone else rolls their eyes at us and begs us to stop. But tonight, we had to try and come up with Vogon Poetry for his class assignment.A whole page of non-sense.
We managed to make our way through, but I'll have to admit, it wasn't pretty. I hope we didn't make any sense at all.
Because in order for him to get an "A" it has to be non-rhyming-made-up-pointless-garble.
Some days, I like it better when he was home edumacated.
Today, we gained an extra hour. I had visions of sleeping in with a quiet house.
It didn't happen.
Because, I am a morning person. And no matter how hard I try, I will always be a morning person.
Which means my body wakes up when it is early.
No matter what.
It seems Bboo may be inheriting that trait a little. I say a little, because she can sleep in if she's really tired.
So, we decided to get up and make breakfast. The girl had bacon on her mind and just had to have it! We went to work in the kitchen cooking bacon and grits and remarking how the Smart One could sleep through a tornado!
And we put on music. Lots of it!
It started off with Cyndi Laupers's, "Girls Just Want to Have Fun" (Dad said said, "Girls Just Want to Have Bacon") and it kept going from there.
Music from my childhood…teen years…etc.
And finally, the Smart One woke up.
And joined in.
And we sang.
And ate bacon.
I'm sure in the spring, we won't be so happy with the time change.
But this morning, I gained an extra hour with my children.
What did you do with yours?
Today was one of those days. It's one of those days where I am realizing how much adjusting I have to do as a full-time working mom.
The Drama Queen has very busy Wednesdays, so I try to remember to have her have everything ready on Tuesday night before she goes to bed. Early. Well, at least I try to get her to bed early.
It doesn't always happen.
So on Wednesdays, we rush out the door with everything she'll need for the rest of the day.
After work, we go straight to dance.
Dance bag; check.
Get to dance.
Dance pants in dance bag; check? Nope. Ok, so I remind her why it's important to make sure she's ready the night before and now she'll have to wear jeans to dance. I don't have time to get her home and back. She's not thrilled, but she realizes it's also lack of preparation on her part. And we walk inside.
To a room full of girls all dressed up.
Because today was dress up day. They're in cute costumes of bumble bees, angels, and princesses.
And she's in jeans.
And she doesn't even complain.
We forgot. I feel terrible. And she's a trooper.
After dance, she realizes she's forgotten her AWANA book. Too late, Dad can't go back and get it.
See, after dance, she goes straight to AWANA at church. It works because she has some special daddy time that they enjoy each week.
Again, she realizes she needs to prepare better and have her book in her bag.
Here's where we switch gears for a moment. I'm headed home with the Smart One (Dad picks up the Drama Queen from me at dance and gives me the Smart One to take home after he's just finished bowling.) Anywho, it's Bboo calling. Who's taking her to the game tonight, because she has to dance at half-time?
Yeah, I forgot. She doesn't usually do this on Wednesdays. I let her know I'm on my way home and hear her lose it. Because now the dog is sick and went on my carpet and what is she to do?
I get home, clean it up as best as I can, call dad to get the carpet shampooer from his sister, realize we're not having dinner anytime soon and get her to the game and the Smart One to karate. (Now you can understand why Wednesdays are so hard!)
Hubby helps get dinner going; we both end up missing Bboo dancing at the game; I get the carpet shampooed while hubby deals with yet another issue…and finally, we ask a friend to bring home the Drama Queen. She does.
And the Drama Queen walks in to let me know the her car one two races tonight and came in 3rd in another race. And nobody voted for her car in the design category and that made her sad. And she was a little sad that Daddy and I didn't make it to watch her race, but that's ok, because she knows we love her.
We missed the AWANA Grand Prix races tonight.
Yeah, I forgot about that one, too.
I'm pretty sure I could win the Bad Mom Award tonight.
Or maybe not. Because despite it all, I have great children who tell me they understand and love me and don't hold it against me that I messed up.
And that brings me joy.