10 Lovely Things

Reviewing my past few posts, I notice that you poor readers end up being fed fountains of negativity, primarily as a result of my unwillingness to poney up for actual counseling. So in the spirit of the holidays, a happy post!

My Little Man gets more and more fun the older he gets. Here are 10 lovely things that he's been doing lately to make his mama giggle.

10. He nests at night. He takes every cover in his room (last count: 6) and piles them on one end of the bed, then plows into the huge nest of fluff until he gets comfortable and goes to sleep.

9. His favorite TV show is Little Einsteins, which he watches with rapt attention. He has the sense to not care about horrid drek like the Doodlebops and the Wiggles. Boy's got taste!

8. He loves to drum. Everything is a "bum," as he calls it: pots, pans, walls, tables, plates, glasses, mommy, the cat, even his tummy.

8b. A direct effect of this obsession is that all the grown people around him end up saying words like "bum" "bumstick" "bumming" and "the little bummer boy" with a straight face (except for me, who is sniggering in the background).

7. He body-tackles the cat to give him hugs.

6. He LOVES his new fake Crocs, and they look so cute.

5. He's surprisingly good with babies. He saw his one-month-old twin cousins this weekend, and he didn't get at all jealous of them. He'd cruise by and pat or kiss them on the head occasionally, and even lean into their crib and say "Bye!" when he'd leave the room.

4. Sometimes he sits beside me, pats my arm, and says "Mommm-uheeeeeee", over and over and over. It melts the heart, it does.

3. Every time he enters a room with people in it, he says "Oh, Hi!" with a big ol' grin on his face.

2. He blew kisses to me over the speakerphone when he stayed at his grandma's.

1. If something really strikes his funny bone, he laughs the best deep belly laugh ever.

I sure love that Little Man. Who wouldn't?

My Life Could Be a Country Song

There's a lot of steel guitar in this one, and a seriously tinny, nasally voice involved as well. Oh, and grammar has been appropriately crucified for the occasion.

I'm sick - sinus infection got me down;

My kid's sick - fevers and tummy aches is goin' round;

My cat's sick - stopped eating for no reason and lost 3 pounds;

My husband whines - don't want to get sick.

My brother's hurt - he's ankle's twisted;

My dad's morose - job's gone all wicked;

My other brother's freaked - work's not going as intended;

My cousin's in shock about her new babies' health.

And my damn property taxes went up AGAIN.


I didn't say it was any GOOD, just genre appropriate. I'm thinking I'll start walking around backwards and see if things improve.


P.S. Even though things could be going better right now, I am still thankful, especially at this time of year, for my family and all that is going right. Happy Thanksgiving, y'all.

Halloween Hijinx

We took a very reluctant pirate to a local mall to trick-or-treat on Halloween. The Little Man got into his costume and underlying garb with a minimum of tears. He flat-out refused to wear the hat for most of the evening, though. So much so that I have only a series of ten blurry, uncentered photos to commemmorate the occasion. He didn't really get the concept of trick-or-treat - when one nice lady handed him the candy instead of plunking it in his pumpkin, he tried to hide it in a CD rack. He did, however, understand the end result because he begged us all the way home for Tootsie Rolls.

(I finally did catch him with the hat, but only from the side)

The Little Pirate