OK, I officially feel old today.
I noticed what I thought was some dirt on Son #1’s face earlier today; however, when I tried to clean it off it wouldn’t come off. I had him move closer to the light. It was then I realized that the peach fuzz he’s always had on his face was getting darker. Son #1 has auburn colored hair on his head so I was not expecting dark hair on his face. It threw me at first.
I then look up at him and told him I think he is starting to get a mustache. He kind of giggled. I then asked the next question any mother would ask: “Do you have hair under your arms too?” He’s 12; I don’t go in the bathroom while he’s in there and he hasn’t run around the house without a shirt on since summer.
He kind of giggled and said: “Yes, want to see it?” I think he’s a little proud of it.
He them proceeded to lift up his shirt and show me that he has about 5 hairs under each arm.
I said, “Well, Congratulations, it looks like you are growing up on me.”
He than looked at me and with a very straight face said, “Mom, that’s not the only place I have hair.”
Me, not quite sure what to say next, “Well that’s good. You can show that hair to your father.”
He then asked about when I thought he’d need to start shaving. I told him not quite yet, but it might be a good time for Dad to start teaching him how to shave. He asked a couple more questions about his voice changing and when more changes will start. I explained I wasn't quite sure of the order of when things happen for boys, but I'd tell his Dad to come talk to him. I explainedthat he would know more of the specifics than I do.
Later that night I called my husband at work and explained that he needed to follow up on my conversation with our son. He said: “Congratulations, you officially have a child in puberty. There is a chilled bottle of wine in the fridge.”
I think I’ll just go to bed early tonight.
Sunday, January 27, 2008
Sunday, January 20, 2008
So, what did I do today?
That is the question I am asking myself right now. If you walked into my house right now and looked around, it would seem like the answer should be “Nothing.”
One of the other managers at the restaurant is having some health issues so my husband had to go to open the restaurant today. Now, his plan was to come home in the afternoon to cook us some dinner and to let me take Son #1 to his violin lesson and do a quick grocery run. Yes, there was no expectation on his part that I would cook anything beyond breakfast for our children. I should be insulted, but I’m not. He’s just being honest. When he woke me up last night to tell me to wake him up early so that he could go open the restaurant in the morning my first question was “What will we eat?”
Yes, I do realize I am very spoiled.
He called to check in on us around noon and to break the news that he wasn’t going to be able to get away to come home. I assured that I had everything under control. I was actually a little ahead of the game at that point but of course that didn’t last long.
Here is the list of what I did today:
1. Fed everyone breakfast
2. Changed Precious’s pull-up (just 10 minutes after Iasked her if she had to go potty and she said no).
3. Loaded and ran the dishwasher
4. Broke up 3 fights in the span of about 30 minutes – one where my two youngest boys were trying to literally beat the crap out of each other after one accidentally hit the other in the head while having a light saber battle.
5. Swept and mopped the kitchen floor.
6. Took a broom around the corners in the kitchen to clean up all the cob webs – there is a definite cob web problem in our house.
7. Changed another pull-up
8. Made lunch – This consisted of Kraft Macaroni and Cheese – My kids think I'm the greatest for that one
9. Worked more on potty training Precious – This is becoming a losing battle -- put another Pull-up on her
10. Threw in a load of laundry
11. Picked up various items left laying around and put them back where they belong as I walked past them – This is on-going thing all day long
12. Got 5 children and 1 violin ready to go and in the van – Precious’ outfit consisted of a gray pair of knit pull on pants, a Tee shirt, a purple hooded shirt, white socks and a pink flowered summer dress over top of the ensemble – This is the outfit she insisted in wearing….at least she was dressed.
13. Hooked up the DVD player in the Van and put a movie in for the ride.
14. Dropped Son #1 at his violin lesson and sat in the parking lot with the other 4 kids to wait for him to finish – hence the movie. Whoever invented the portable DVD player is my hero.
15. Drove to the grocery store – This is normally a trip I would avoid with 5 kids in tow, but we were completely out of eggs, had less than a ½ gallon of milk in the house and no meat to cook for dinner.
16. Gave the “Mom really needs you to cooperate and I promise to be fast” speech. I also added a bribe of cookies if everyone was good. Into the store we went.
From the moment we stepped into the store people started giving me the looks. There are four types of looks:
a. The OH, NO!!! We’re going to have to listen to 5 kids scream all the way through the store look. This look includes a tsking sound, rolling eyes and a heavy sigh.
b. The Are those really all yours?? look
c. The Oh, you are either brave or stupid look (I tend to agree with this one).
d. The Oh, aren’t they all cute? look. This is usually from someone either in their early 20s or late 60s who has major babyitis.
17. Got home with the children and groceries all in one piece – I had copped out once in the grocery instead of buying some meat and vegetables to cook, I bought one of those rotisserie chickens, some pre-made mashed potatoes, a load of French bread and a bag of salad for dinner. The kids were actually extremely cooperative this trip. Cookies are a good thing and I'm luck my kids can be bought so cheaply.
18. Put away the groceries – we ended up buying a bit more than just dinner, milk, eggs and cookies
19. Changed another pull up
20. Unloaded the dishwasher
21. Fed the children dinner
22. Sat down and ate my own dinner
23. Went around the family room and play room collecting all of the dishes that have been left around the house today
24. Changed another pull-up
25. Loaded the dishwasher
26. Switched over the laundry
27. Hooked up the video camera to the TV so Son #2 could watch his performance from the 4th and 5th grade musical version of “Oliver”
28. Checked in on the boys who were playing a game on line in the office to make sure they weren’t on any site they shouldn’t be
29. Cleaned up the kitchen – again – someone had attempted to make their own cup of hot chocolate which resulted in a pack of Swiss Miss being dumped on the counter and floor. That Notme guy has struck again.
30. Changed another pull-up
31. Gave out multiple hugs and kisses to all of the children – the kiss for my oldest son did involved a chase and a head lock.
32. Sent the children to get their evening snack
33. Cleaned up after the tornado went through the kitchen again.
34. Put the sheets back on Princess' bed.
35. Told everyone to brush their teeth
36. Changed another pull-up
37. Sent everyone to bed
38. Only had to run Precious and Princess back to their own room once.
I know I’m missing some things because this is just what I remember I did. Yet my house still looks like I sat around doing nothing all day! How can this be? I blame that Notme guy.
One of the other managers at the restaurant is having some health issues so my husband had to go to open the restaurant today. Now, his plan was to come home in the afternoon to cook us some dinner and to let me take Son #1 to his violin lesson and do a quick grocery run. Yes, there was no expectation on his part that I would cook anything beyond breakfast for our children. I should be insulted, but I’m not. He’s just being honest. When he woke me up last night to tell me to wake him up early so that he could go open the restaurant in the morning my first question was “What will we eat?”
Yes, I do realize I am very spoiled.
He called to check in on us around noon and to break the news that he wasn’t going to be able to get away to come home. I assured that I had everything under control. I was actually a little ahead of the game at that point but of course that didn’t last long.
Here is the list of what I did today:
1. Fed everyone breakfast
2. Changed Precious’s pull-up (just 10 minutes after Iasked her if she had to go potty and she said no).
3. Loaded and ran the dishwasher
4. Broke up 3 fights in the span of about 30 minutes – one where my two youngest boys were trying to literally beat the crap out of each other after one accidentally hit the other in the head while having a light saber battle.
5. Swept and mopped the kitchen floor.
6. Took a broom around the corners in the kitchen to clean up all the cob webs – there is a definite cob web problem in our house.
7. Changed another pull-up
8. Made lunch – This consisted of Kraft Macaroni and Cheese – My kids think I'm the greatest for that one
9. Worked more on potty training Precious – This is becoming a losing battle -- put another Pull-up on her
10. Threw in a load of laundry
11. Picked up various items left laying around and put them back where they belong as I walked past them – This is on-going thing all day long
12. Got 5 children and 1 violin ready to go and in the van – Precious’ outfit consisted of a gray pair of knit pull on pants, a Tee shirt, a purple hooded shirt, white socks and a pink flowered summer dress over top of the ensemble – This is the outfit she insisted in wearing….at least she was dressed.
13. Hooked up the DVD player in the Van and put a movie in for the ride.
14. Dropped Son #1 at his violin lesson and sat in the parking lot with the other 4 kids to wait for him to finish – hence the movie. Whoever invented the portable DVD player is my hero.
15. Drove to the grocery store – This is normally a trip I would avoid with 5 kids in tow, but we were completely out of eggs, had less than a ½ gallon of milk in the house and no meat to cook for dinner.
16. Gave the “Mom really needs you to cooperate and I promise to be fast” speech. I also added a bribe of cookies if everyone was good. Into the store we went.
From the moment we stepped into the store people started giving me the looks. There are four types of looks:
a. The OH, NO!!! We’re going to have to listen to 5 kids scream all the way through the store look. This look includes a tsking sound, rolling eyes and a heavy sigh.
b. The Are those really all yours?? look
c. The Oh, you are either brave or stupid look (I tend to agree with this one).
d. The Oh, aren’t they all cute? look. This is usually from someone either in their early 20s or late 60s who has major babyitis.
17. Got home with the children and groceries all in one piece – I had copped out once in the grocery instead of buying some meat and vegetables to cook, I bought one of those rotisserie chickens, some pre-made mashed potatoes, a load of French bread and a bag of salad for dinner. The kids were actually extremely cooperative this trip. Cookies are a good thing and I'm luck my kids can be bought so cheaply.
18. Put away the groceries – we ended up buying a bit more than just dinner, milk, eggs and cookies
19. Changed another pull up
20. Unloaded the dishwasher
21. Fed the children dinner
22. Sat down and ate my own dinner
23. Went around the family room and play room collecting all of the dishes that have been left around the house today
24. Changed another pull-up
25. Loaded the dishwasher
26. Switched over the laundry
27. Hooked up the video camera to the TV so Son #2 could watch his performance from the 4th and 5th grade musical version of “Oliver”
28. Checked in on the boys who were playing a game on line in the office to make sure they weren’t on any site they shouldn’t be
29. Cleaned up the kitchen – again – someone had attempted to make their own cup of hot chocolate which resulted in a pack of Swiss Miss being dumped on the counter and floor. That Notme guy has struck again.
30. Changed another pull-up
31. Gave out multiple hugs and kisses to all of the children – the kiss for my oldest son did involved a chase and a head lock.
32. Sent the children to get their evening snack
33. Cleaned up after the tornado went through the kitchen again.
34. Put the sheets back on Princess' bed.
35. Told everyone to brush their teeth
36. Changed another pull-up
37. Sent everyone to bed
38. Only had to run Precious and Princess back to their own room once.
I know I’m missing some things because this is just what I remember I did. Yet my house still looks like I sat around doing nothing all day! How can this be? I blame that Notme guy.
Tuesday, January 8, 2008
When did you start dating Mom?
“How old were you when you starting dating Mom?” That is the question Son #1 asked me tonight. He’s going to 13 this summer so I guess it was only a matter of time before this all came up.
“Oh, I was in high school before I started dating.” Whew, just bought myself a couple years, right? WRONG!
Son #1: “Well can you believe some of the kids in my school go on dates?”
Me: “Really? Like in groups with their families?” We’re talking about 12 and 13 year olds here.
Son #1: “Well, Friend A and Friend B go bowling a lot.”
Son #2: “Some of the boys in my class have girlfriends.” Son # 2 is 10 and in 5th Grade.
Me: “Really? Do you?” I couldn’t stop myself.
Son #2: “No! Girls are gross Mom!”
Me: “Is there a girl who seems to like you?”
Son #2: “I dunno.” Good, this one is still clueless.
Son #1: “There’s a girl at school who follows me around. She knows my whole schedule and everything.”
Oh, great, my 12 year old has a stalker.
Ok, overacting, I just need to breathe.
Deep breath.
Me: “Well, do you think she’s special?”
Son #1: “Ewwww, no Mom! She creeps me out.”
Oh, Great, it is a little stalker. Breathe, just keep breathing.
There is something about the way he said that I’m not quite sure he’s being straight with me. Just as I was about to ask some follow up questions the two of them decide it’s better to go play on the Wii than continue this conversation with their Mother. Well at least the topic came up and my oldest was comfortable enough to ask questions of his mother. I don’t know if I’m ready for what lays ahead.
“Oh, I was in high school before I started dating.” Whew, just bought myself a couple years, right? WRONG!
Son #1: “Well can you believe some of the kids in my school go on dates?”
Me: “Really? Like in groups with their families?” We’re talking about 12 and 13 year olds here.
Son #1: “Well, Friend A and Friend B go bowling a lot.”
Son #2: “Some of the boys in my class have girlfriends.” Son # 2 is 10 and in 5th Grade.
Me: “Really? Do you?” I couldn’t stop myself.
Son #2: “No! Girls are gross Mom!”
Me: “Is there a girl who seems to like you?”
Son #2: “I dunno.” Good, this one is still clueless.
Son #1: “There’s a girl at school who follows me around. She knows my whole schedule and everything.”
Oh, great, my 12 year old has a stalker.
Ok, overacting, I just need to breathe.
Deep breath.
Me: “Well, do you think she’s special?”
Son #1: “Ewwww, no Mom! She creeps me out.”
Oh, Great, it is a little stalker. Breathe, just keep breathing.
There is something about the way he said that I’m not quite sure he’s being straight with me. Just as I was about to ask some follow up questions the two of them decide it’s better to go play on the Wii than continue this conversation with their Mother. Well at least the topic came up and my oldest was comfortable enough to ask questions of his mother. I don’t know if I’m ready for what lays ahead.
Friday, January 4, 2008
I now have proof I am not along in my Craziness!!!
I have discovered a book that proves I am not the only crazy person who thinks about how they would survive in a post-apocalyptic world. YAY!!!!!! First for those who don’t know me you need to understand I am a huge geek - I mean huge. This means I love most any form of science fiction and horror stories. The scarier (but not necessarily gory) the better.
I think it all started with watching Friday Fright Night with my Dad when I was about 7 years old. This was a local TV program that would run old Werewolf, Dracula and The Green Slime type movies all night long on Friday nights. The trick was staying awake to see them all. I admit I watched a lot of them with one eye peaking out of the blanket pulled over my head but I loved them. Loved them!
Anyway, I was in the book store just before Christmas picking up books for my kids (more proof of my geekiness – I always give my kids at least one or two books for Christmas) when I spotted “How to Survive a Zombie Attack” by Max Brooks. Oh, My, GawD!!! I thought I was the only person who watched/read these sort of movies and thought about how they would survive them. I am not alone in my craziness!!!!! Not only that but someone has actually written a book about it. More information for my plan!
I’ve done this sort of planning since I was a teenager and read “The Stand” by Steven King. Come on think about. Most of the world has been wiped out by some sort flu like pandemic and you have survived but have started having these crazy dreams about some old lady out west telling you to come join her. Would you go?
Admit it, you’re thinking about it.
My husband makes fun of me because after watching “28 Weeks Later” I started a very serious conversation about how I would get our entire family out of the city and escape on a boat. Preferably a sail boat, so we didn’t have to worry about gas. And we’d have time to stock it with supplies. (Note that this is what the survivors did in new version of “Dawn of the Dead” although they didn’t have time to stock supplies. I thought it was brilliant). I also threw in how I would never be one of the first people to repopulate a city like the people in “28 Weeks Later”. I’d give a couple of years before I took up residence. I went on and on about how we’d survive and he just sat there saying “uh-huh” and shaking his head at me. Although, the other day, he did comment that he is comforted to know that when the dead start walking the earth I have a plan.
Now to come up with a plan to escape the T-virus from “Resident Evil” before we all mutate.
I think it all started with watching Friday Fright Night with my Dad when I was about 7 years old. This was a local TV program that would run old Werewolf, Dracula and The Green Slime type movies all night long on Friday nights. The trick was staying awake to see them all. I admit I watched a lot of them with one eye peaking out of the blanket pulled over my head but I loved them. Loved them!
Anyway, I was in the book store just before Christmas picking up books for my kids (more proof of my geekiness – I always give my kids at least one or two books for Christmas) when I spotted “How to Survive a Zombie Attack” by Max Brooks. Oh, My, GawD!!! I thought I was the only person who watched/read these sort of movies and thought about how they would survive them. I am not alone in my craziness!!!!! Not only that but someone has actually written a book about it. More information for my plan!
I’ve done this sort of planning since I was a teenager and read “The Stand” by Steven King. Come on think about. Most of the world has been wiped out by some sort flu like pandemic and you have survived but have started having these crazy dreams about some old lady out west telling you to come join her. Would you go?
Admit it, you’re thinking about it.
My husband makes fun of me because after watching “28 Weeks Later” I started a very serious conversation about how I would get our entire family out of the city and escape on a boat. Preferably a sail boat, so we didn’t have to worry about gas. And we’d have time to stock it with supplies. (Note that this is what the survivors did in new version of “Dawn of the Dead” although they didn’t have time to stock supplies. I thought it was brilliant). I also threw in how I would never be one of the first people to repopulate a city like the people in “28 Weeks Later”. I’d give a couple of years before I took up residence. I went on and on about how we’d survive and he just sat there saying “uh-huh” and shaking his head at me. Although, the other day, he did comment that he is comforted to know that when the dead start walking the earth I have a plan.
Now to come up with a plan to escape the T-virus from “Resident Evil” before we all mutate.
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