Car “Game” with The Younger Boy

“Mom, want to play a game?  Let’s ask each other a bunch of questions about each other.  I want to know more about you.”  –Philip

“Well, how could I say no to that!!!  Of course, you go first.”

“Do you think Little-Girl-In-His-Class-Who-Will-Remain-Anonymous-To-Spare-Him-Future-Embarrassment is cute?”

“Yes, she’s a cute little girl.  Why do you like her?”

“Umm…because she’s cute.  (Insert ‘duh mom’ eye roll)  What’s your favorite color?”  Apparently, he didn’t want to further discuss Cute Girl.

“Blue.  What’s your favorite book?”

“The Magic Treehouse books.  What was your favorite book when you were a little girl?”

“Hmmm…I had so many!  I’ll go with Anne of Green Gables and the Nancy Drew books.  What’s your favorite movie?”

“Mom!  You know I have a bunch!  Alvin and the Chipmunks, Sharkboy and Lavagirl, SpyKids, Charlotte’s Web, Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles...”

“Ok, sorry I asked.  You can stop now.”  <giggling>

“Who was your best friend when you were a little girl?  Not high school, when you were little.”

“At school, it was a girl named Denise.  In our neighborhood, it was Anna and Amanda.  Who’s your best friend?”

“Grant!  You should know that!”  <laughing hysterically at my stupidity>

After a few moments of quiet thought…“I can’t think of any more right now.  You can ask me more, though.”

“Ok, how do you feel about having a brother who’s special?”

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NyQuil, Insanity, and American Idol

Ah, a day in the life…

I’ve been having a really hard time sleeping lately, mostly due to an upper respiratory infection that I’ve had for about 2 weeks.  So, in my not-so-infinite wisdom, I took a NyQuil to sleep last night.  Oh, NyQuil.  The “nighttime, sniffling, sneezing, coughing, aching, fever, sleep better to feel better” medicine, right?

Have I mentioned that I have a very low tolerance to meds?  I don’t simply “wake up” after ingesting HighQuil–oops! I meant NyQuil–I actually have to slowly come out of a 13 hour coma.  Instead of sleeping like this:

I end up looking something like this:

And, she’s actually kind of cute.  For it to be an accurate representation, she’d have to have her mouth wide open, hair sticking straight out, and she’d be completely hanging over the side of the bed.  Seriously.

As I slowly came out of my medically induced coma, I realized it was lunchtime.  No big deal.  I wasn’t even remotely hungry.  Oh, wait–I have children.  Dang, they need to eat, don’t they?  Continue reading

Phil-ism Friday #6…Unappreciated Daddy

With some of the things that The Younger Boy has told his teachers, I can just imagine what they think of us.  No, really.  We are normal!  You believe me, don’t you?  Well, don’t ya?!?

Earlier this week, Philip came home with a journal/sketch pad that was made in class.  I flipped through it, admiring his art work, when something caught my eye.  Apparently, the class had an assignment focusing on their dads.  From what I understand, the kids had to write out something that their dad taught them and draw a corresponding picture. Continue reading

Kids These Days…

“What is wrong with these young people?!?”

I find myself saying this often lately, and every time I utter this phrase, I get depressed.  Not because of the state of the world, but because when you start fussing about “kids these days”, you realize that you are no longer one of them.  No worries.  I’m not looking into nursing homes quite yet.

Completely irrelevant, but this totally cracked me up.

I do wonder about the younger generations, though.  I’m generalizing, of course.  But, for the most part, they seem to be spoiled and lazy.  Hard work seems to be a foreign concept to most, and there is definitely a sense of entitlement with these people.  Why they think they deserve everything to be given to them is a mystery to me.  You want something?  Work for it.  Period.  No one owes you anything.

Again–irrelevant, but funny.

Every once in a while, though, something wonderful happens, and my faith is renewed in the future.  We had such an experience this past weekend. Continue reading

Chaos, Cats, and Confusion…Oh My!

It was a rough night.  It was one of those “I can’t take it anymore” nights.  One of those “Jesus, help me” nights.  One of those exhausting, emotional,  overloading nights.  Like I said, it was rough.

The Older Boy has a tendency to obsess over things.  He’s always done this.  Whether it was an upcoming trip to Grandma’s or a new toy, he can’t focus on anything else if he’s excited about something.  It could drive anyone insane.  For example, if we’re going bowling on Saturday, and I tell John Edward about it on Thursday, he will ask repeatedly when we’re going.  He understands the days of the week, and I can even write it on a calendar as a visual for him, but it won’t matter.  “Mom, we go bowling?” will be his mantra until we are in the bowling alley parking lot.  It can wear on your patience, trust me.  We’ve learned over the years to not tell him if we’re doing something exciting until we are on our way there.

He also does this with new things.  The other day, he bought a new Wii game with his own money.  Before we even checked out, he was asking, “We go home now?  I play ‘da Wii?”  We heard this about 15 more times on the way home, which is only about 12 miles from the store.

So, I should have known better when we decided to get a new cat.

Actually, a new kitten.

Actually, 2 new kittens.

I’m an idiot.

Regardless, we now have 2 new family members in feline form.  Of course, The Older Boy is obsessed with them.  He is constantly wanting to hold them, play with them, follow them, take pictures of them, etc, etc.  Those poor cats have no privacy when John Edward’s home.  I understand that he’s excited about our new pets.  They are super cute.  They are hilarious.  They are warm and cuddly.  I get it.

But he goes too far.  They are all he thinks about.  It’s unhealthy.

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Phil-ism Friday #5

“Phil-ism”…something said or done by The Younger Boy that incites laughter, bewilderment, or joy.

Today’s Theme:  What we have here is a failure to communicate.

“Aw, man!  I love this song!” –Philip, age 6
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God, Angels, and Seat Belts…A Conversation with Philip

The Younger Boy and I have some of our best conversations in the car.  We live in the country, so it takes us a little longer than others to get to our final destinations.  Since his mind is always running, we talk about all sorts of things, ranging from superheroes to schoolwork to ice cream.  But, more than anything, we talk about God.  Here is a conversation from the other day:

“I’m so glad God made cars.” –Philip

“Well, God didn’t really make cars.  People did.  But,” –Me, until the kid interrupted

“But, God made people.”

“Right.  He blessed us with intelligence to create technology.”

“And we use tech-whatever to make cool stuff.”

“Right.”

“But, sometimes bad people Continue reading