But I bet their Mama won't.
Another day, another story,
Em
Number 1 said he hugged his friend goodbye because he made "me feel
welcome when I started at this school 2 years ago."
Number 2 said he was really going to miss his friend and gave him "a
big hug goodbye."
Another day, another story,
Em
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Things you never thought you'd hear come out of your child's mouth: "Remember when you said I could have my picture taken with the snowman?" butter bain asked. It was just a random Thursday night headed to Kroger for things that aren't necessary for regular life. Such as Horizon Chocolate milk...found on sale (makes me happy) and makes yummy instant hot chocolate for them and instant mocha for me.
I thought he'd forget about it after chocolate milk mollification, but I underestimated his memory bank. As soon as we walked out, he told me to get out my camera and started licking the snowman's candy cane posing for a shot. No to be one-upped, mexicanjumpingbain began licking the candy cane next. Hard to even type that, but it's true and Really Disgusting. I tried not to gag, remembering that a few germs won't hurt, but encouraged them to stop licking by hoisting them onto the stack of firewood for a more traditional pose.
Just random. But it's life. All those little random moments add up to a lifetime of memories. I was always in such a hurry with stringbain and limabain I would have come up with an excuse why we couldn't slow down/enjoy the moment/do this semi-crazy thing if they'd asked for a picture with the snowman. Not anymore. The blur of years 1-6 of mothering have mellowed me - hopefully for the better - and iI've got time now. Time for all the crazy pictures they want.
Lib
Taught my boys to say "Duuuuu-da" instead of the more common, "Dude"
Named one of our teddy bears, "Funky Winklestein"
Doesn't act a day over 21
Broadens the boys vocabulary, in SO many ways, during every visit
And always keeps us laughing!
HAPPY BIRTHDAY, Uncle B!!!
Another day, another story,
Em
The 8 year old goes up to the counter and orders a cup of water from
the pretty teenage girl. He returns to the table without the $5 he
left with.
His answer to the puzzled looks, "The water was free. I tipped her
five bucks!"
Another day, another story,
Em
First things first. The transport guy, my newest BFF, witnessed me
ordering St. Joel to "Shut up!" in the elevator after he tried to
reassure me that, "It will all be over in a couple hours."
I was quite insecure in my backless gown in front of the medical tech,
aka "Cute Little Boy", my drug induced name for him. The nurses told
me (I asked) he was 28. Looked not a day over 19. More tennis pro than
medical pro.
I had serious doubts about "Chris Kattan", the nurse anesthetist (is
that even a real word?) until he put propofol into my IV. Just
chatting away, then my eyes went completely black. Asleep in a matter
of seconds. A certain pop star might have been onto something, in
theory. A diluted pill version would be genius.
By St. Joel's account, waking up from the miracle drug was full of
memorable moments. My first audible words, "Michael Jackson." Then
of course, I said to my doctor, "Tell me I'm beautiful." Doesn't
everyone? The post-show wrapped with the doctor describing my
"Unusually curvy colon."
The best part, when someone asked, "Why are you all gathered in
here?" My team explained, "She's entertaining!"
All in all everything went well. It was not nearly as bad as I had
imagined. And maybe, just maybe, I livened up an otherwise typical
Tuesday at the office.
Another day, another story,
Em
Amazing how new the world looks after 10 straight hours of sleep. Now I know why the bains have so much energy in the morning....
Lib
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Happy Anniversary, St. Joel (who took Number 1 to basketball practice
tonight).
Another day, another story,
Em
Them:
Eating home-brought food including carrots from a picnic basket while
passing out Popsicle stick pilgrims and turkeys labeled with sight
words. AND they had a big box of Band-Aids.
Another day, another story,
Em
Too many people we love are enduring the unendurable.
Another day, another story,
Em