In the last few weeks we have had some very funny and unusual conversations with our children. While we are all completely aware that our sense of humor is, well, quirky, it can throw others off quite a bit. Take for instance, the conversation about the boys’ changing their names.
We’ve been busy tackling home projects this month and it got me to thinking about our home, our neighborhood, and what the trade-off is for living here. If you had asked me eight years ago if I ever thought we’d be living in the town where we’re living, I would have said a big HECK NO! In fact, eight years ago we were still living in Phoenix, Arizona and, I have to admit, I miss my sweet, little house. But, we decided to pack up our house, our kids (33 months and 9 months old at the time), our enormous dog, and two adorable kitties at the end of the summer and drive back home to the East Coast. We wanted to be around family, so that our kids could grow up knowing their aunts and uncles and cousins and all of the extended family that they never knew we had.
I’ve been really quiet lately (as you may have noticed). Not because I don’t have anything to write (because I do), but honestly, by the time I’m done working (on my computer nonetheless) the last thing I feel like doing is writing anything more. And so, I get quiet.
I’ve had so many topics run through my head these last few days….the DietBet (lost a pound-yay!), Angel being adopted, how quickly my kids are growing, date night with Super Dad…..so many things. It’s hard to pick just one. But tonight I want to share a story. And it’s name is…
Don’t Worry, Your Kid Is Not Possessed By A Demon
And now a scene from “Driving Home From Target: A Suburban Mom Documentary”:
Ultra G: Do you think the water’s going to be cold at swimming tomorrow?”
Me: Not sure, honey. It’s heated, but it is February.
Super A: It’s March, Mom.
Me: That’s what I meant. It’s March. And it’s cold. And I just want a car with heat on the driver’s side so my hands won’t turn blue.
(Insert silence and children looking at one another.)
Ultra G: Yeah, okay. But do you think the water will be cold?
Me: Probably, but you’ll be fine.
It’s closing in on the end of Leap Day, our gift of 24-hours from Mother Nature. I must admit that I had visions of waking up late and eating chocolate and cookies for breakfast, but, alas, no such luck. It was a dreary day here in the Northeast; rainy, cold, foggy, and generally miserable. And despite my mad desire to just curl up in bed with a book and snooze all day, I managed to be rather productive.
I say that as if I don’t have another four hours of work ahead of me tonight.
One of the highlights was being featured as a guest on my friend Barbara’s Blog Talk Radio show this afternoon. Barbara is like sunshine on a dreary day and, although I was dreadfully nervous beforehand, I had a wonderful time chatting with her. She has an amazingly uplifting blog called The Corner on Character that is definitely worth checking out. You can listen to the interview here.