Monthly Archives: September 2012
So this happened this weekend:
Yeah, I’m one lucky girl. 2012 Toyota Corolla, only 20 miles on her when I drove off the lot VERY late Saturday night…thank God for The Step or it never would have happened…I have an amazing family, and while I’m always thankful for them, I will be even more thankful each time I get behind the wheel…
For the first time since 2003, I have a brand new, never been owned, pretty AND reliable AND fits my personality car…and I shall name her Ginnie…no, not Ginny or Jenny…or Virginia or Jennifer or any of that…Ginnie…think of it what you will…that’s who she is…and I love her…
I bought her first accessory today:
Her first piece of jewelry – and a nice-smelling air freshener. It sparked a teaching moment for Aidan…
Aidan: “I, um, looooove the new air freshener, Mom.”
Me: “You do?”
Aidan: “Well, I don’t want to hurt your feelings so yeah, I love it.”
Me: “You don’t have to love it. And as long as you speak nicely, you can share any opinion you have with me.”
Aidan: “Oh? Ok…I hate the air freshener, but I didn’t want to hurt your feelings.”
Me: “Why don’t you like it?”
Aidan: “It’s too girly! It has flowers and stuff. Oh, but there’s a spider up top. I like that!”
For the record, it’s not a spider, it’s a flower, but I didn’t tell Aidan that.
Lesson learned (hopefully) – be nice and respectful and feel free to give your real opinion…I hope that sticks…I’d rather he be different from me in that area…I’m always nice and respectful…but I white lie to protect feelings with the best of them…
Oh yeah, and this happened:
Sean’s birthday! It was actually Monday, but we celebrated on Saturday when Mama and The Step could be here. We were supposed to do presents and cake in the middle of the afternoon, but the car-shopping experience took the entire afternoon and evening. Birthday festivities were at 8:00 p.m. while we waited for pizza to arrive. The adults, who hadn’t eaten since breakfast (myself, I’d had a whopping 250 calories 12 hours prior) scarfed down cupcakes and then stood in the kitchen and ate pizza hovering over the sink, as if we were in college and had no home-training…
You had to know it was going to be Thomas the Tank Engine, right?! And that little mark down at the bottom? Aidan’s finger just couldn’t help itself, apparently…
Oh, and if all of THAT wasn’t enough, this happened, to:
That’s Aidan, at a Cub Scouts Shooting Sports Day program, learning about BB gun safety before he was allowed to go near the BB guns. I wish I had a picture of him attempting to shoot, but Mama and I wrangled Sean…and bought a Cub Scout uniform…and drank water like we were in the Sahara…
Aidan attempted to shoot the BB gun…and never hit the target…but that’s ok…he tried archery…and hit the target twice – when the adult leading the archery pulled his arm back for him…but that’s ok…he’s not a natural athlete – he’s my literary, sensitive, loves art and music child…Sean, I think he’s going to be a linebacker or something…
He had a great time, scarfed down his hot dog lunch in record time, and declared Cub Scouts, “Awesome!”
And yes, every bit of the above occurred on Saturday…and I’m still freaking exhausted…but I have Ginnie…and I’m happy…and I have one less thing to worry about…and life is good.
Sean’s entire three years on this planet have been documented via Facebook and WordPress. Go ahead, crown me Mother of the Year. Within moments of his birth, his picture (which included me looking like I’d been drug outside, beaten, run through the mud, and put up wet) was on Facebook.
The polar opposite of his brother, Sean keeps me on my toes. He looks at the world and comprehends more than I think a toddler should. A prankster at heart, he likes to make people (especially himself) laugh. And there is no greater joy for him than antagonizing the hell out of his big brother.
I admit that I pay more attention to his development and growth than I did to Aidan’s. Does it count that I took a few hundred more pictures of Aidan? Probably not.
Sean knows his letters, his colors, and his shapes (including octagon, y’all!). He knows his friends’ names and who he would prefer not to have to hang out with. He is naturally shy with new people and dogeys (aka dogs), but once he loves you, he loves you with his whole heart.
Happy birthday, Sean. I hope one day you appreciate that your brother is the one I practiced on first.
I’m in like ya’ll. It might be love…you tell me.
We were on the phone last night, and I suggested we watch a movie on Netflix together. Sweet, right? Long-distance relationship and we’re sharing a “normal” moment.
What movie did I agree to watch? Rocky. Yes, made in 1976, starring Sylvester Stallone, Rocky.
Shhh, don’t tell anyone but I kind of liked it.
What will I be doing tomorrow night?
Watching the Giants game online while he watches it on ESPN or wherever. I’m not even sure what ESPN stands for…Everyone Supports Primitive Natures? No, that can’t be right.
If he still wants to speak to me after patiently explaining for the 17th time what a field goal is, we might be ok…and that was a joke, people. I know what a field goal is – it has something to do with the ball they use for hockey , right? (Kidding! Jeeez, give me a little credit.)
I haven’t made up a cute nickname for him yet, because I’m not ready to write about it. Mostly because I want to keep this little bit of wonderful amazingness (is that a word?) to myself.
But just know – he’s gotta be some kind of wonderful for me to watch Rocky and a football game in my lifetime, let alone in the same week.