just jotting…

random thoughts… not the best place to start if you’re a newbie reader!

cole:

why is it that this kid, who is so terribly book/school smart gets it so wrong sometimes?  is it because he’s a boy or just 6 or a combo of both?  i digress… the other day i said to him-
me: “hey, did you get your room straightened up?”

and he said to me in the most sarcastic (don’t know where he gets it) voice:

him: “no, you have legs dontcha?” 

words escaped me at that moment.  and i’m pretty sure that if he could have taken it back he would have.  but apparently, the look on my face spoke, nee screamed, volumes.  because he shucked outta that chair, backed away from the enraged momma, and took off like a streak to clean it up.

when he returned to the living room, where i still was standing slack-jawed, i asked:

me: “did you mean for that to come outta your mouth?”

him: “nope, sure didn’t.  i don’t know what happened.”

david (love-it):

apparently, he’s deep in the throes of some bad mojo toddlerhood.  and just what is it about toddlerhood?  because lets face it, the most loving, sweet child turns into a dictator.  with stringent demands. and even moving heaven and earth is still not enough for these tiny tyrants. everything is illiciting some form of defiance or fit.  as my really bright child said to us the other day. cole: “hey mom, david’s not a loveit right now, he’s a hateit”.

wee david slugged cole for that statement.

the husband:

fantasy football finally ended.  they won again. 3peat. dynasty. he wanders aimlessly from room to room- searching for purpose.  we’re still watching the nfl channel round the clock for signs, tips, hints as to next fantasy season.  he interrupts his ‘research’ for the stray lakers game. and weekly he asks me if “the office’ or ‘curb your enthusiasm’ is new- oblivious to the ongoing writers strike.

me:

as a dear friend of mine says, its my birthday week.  so why am i not screaming from the top of the hills?  well, for starters, its one of those milestone birthdays (and yes, i don’t really need any tombstones, bad hair photos, or over the hill banners). however, i’m in a dramatically different place than i was 10 yrs ago (when i had my early-life breakdown).  turns out that HE knew i would have kids, a loving husband, a house, and a menagerie of pets.  and once again, its on a holiday- well, that is, if you count the SUPERBOWL a holiday like we do in our family.

touchdown.

hooray.