Thing One
In a couple of weeks, it is Grandparents Day at school. I've talked with my Mom about coming and let him know that she is able to join him. He said, Yeah, I wish Bumpa could come but he can't because he died. But he knows what my school looks like already because he can see it from heaven.
Ahh... Bummer.
Thing One is also on me for yelling at Two. God wouldn't like it that you yell at him. You shouldn't yell at him because it makes him sad. Just tell him and if he doesn't listen, put him on the step. God never yells.
True. God doesn't yell like Maba can. And "the step" is the time out/think it over spot at our house. It's the first step of the stairway going upstairs. This absolutely destroys One when he has to do this. Two could care less.
Thing Two
Thing Two was on "the step" today. For saying, I hate you Maba. He got better for a day, redirecting himself to say, I ha- I don't like you. But something changed, and we are back to the battle of the words. It really is discouraging. It's a universal thing. I think I've heard him say "I hate" to just about everyone who's someone in his life. Lovely. But really, pretty gross. I think I liked it better when Thing One was his age and said, CHEAP! when he was mad. For all wondering, yes, I'll admit it. I'm a big "hater" of things. Not uncommon to hear me say, I hate that! or I hate it when... so there you go. Confession complete.
On a related, obscure note... our new parish priest is the Exorcist for the diocese. I kid you not. And yes, there are days I've considered calling. Can't hurt. (social worker in me screaming... uh yes... that would hurt him!!!)
A happy note for Two? hmmm... he's eating. A lot. He's holding my hand when we get out of the car when I ask him to. He asks to play with me. He gets to hang out tomorrow with sister Katie who is very aware of what it's like to be a middle sib. Thank God for her. I just hope she doesn't hear the H word from the H Bomb.
Special K
Good Lord, could this baby be any more fun and beautiful?!! She is taking approx. 4 steps at a time now and is tremendously proud of herself. Car rides are full of nonstop babble. This girl will be a talker. And WOW, can she eat?! Amazing. She eats anything and everything and burps after her meal with such awesomeness... she makes her Maba proud.
We went to the Homecoming Pep Fest today at the elementary school and she was rockin' to the pep band music and cheers. So fun to see her clap her hands and smile and yell... and wonder what her HS future will bring...
This morning she woke up as we heard the train blow its whistle (extremely obnoxiously loud horn). I went up to get my happy baby and said, Do you hear the choo choo train?
And she said, Choo choo train.
Love it.
Superhero
Puts up with me... say no more. He is off chaperoning for Homecoming tonight. I am sure he's wishing he could get more days out on the lake fishing. After the marathon honey.
Me
Counting down. 9 days to 26.2 miles.
CAN.
NOT.
WAIT.
We had our church directory picture taken today by the oh-so-lovely Olan Mills company. I did not care what we wore. We wore VERY CASUAL apparel. The man ever so carefully placed us and positioned us (even Two's feet - ?! which weren't in the pic anyway?) to the point that Mr. Mills was telling me to turn my body, lean in toward Mark, oh, not too much, tilt my head, but turn it this way, etc. etc. with One and Two copying his every direction as well. All the while I'm trying to keep a squirming K from dive bombing off of the table the kids are sitting on. On top of it, the guy is calling me BETTY. BETTY. Now I know some Bettys so don't get on me for ripping on the name. They are nice and all that. But do I really look like a Betty? Mark and I laughed HARD every time he said it. And he said it A LOT.
So we PAINFULLY get the six shots done (thank GOD) and then await the "instant" viewing. Our name is called (hello? Lady, we are the only family in the room?!) and we are brought to the computer to view these shots that we may want to purchase on the Olan Mills prideandjoy canvas oval portrait that is so indestructible our 2 year old could puke on it and I'd simply have to use a damp cloth to get it clean or something like that, and by the way, it's UV protected too.
Now I am certain NONE of these poses is going to be Olan Mills canvas worthy, but she proceeds to go through her script about what we might like to purchase and then thoughtfully presents the shots to me as I'm trying to keep K from knocking over their displays and eating Godknowswhat on the floor. Plus I'm hungry and Lord knows I get crabby when I'm hungry. (Did I mention this was for our church directory? Must be why I'm using the Lord's name a lot).
Anyway, the pictures are CRAP. I kid you not (then again, no surprise). This guy didn't even work to get the kids to smile... because in 5 out of the 6 shots, they are not. Not at all. Deadpan stares into nothingness. Like they could see through this guy's BS and were not buying it. One shot. One shot is what I had to choose from for the directory and our free 8x10. At this point, I think the woman finally figured out she didn't need to go through her whole songanddance for me because I wasn't buying a thing.
And for me, Mrs. Vain, the worst part about the One Shot is that while the kids are smiling, I look like Betty... with a Lazy Eye (and I know people with lazy eyes who are nice and all that too, so don't get on me). Really? For the next five years, we will have a 8x10 of Betty with her Lazy Eye and her Superhero and cute kids.
God loves me... lazy eye and all... even if my son does not.
