With all the busyness associated with the Summer, I am almost thankful it is coming to an end. I think every weekend there has been some event, and this isn't going to change for a few more weeks! This last weekend was no exception. We all attended a friends outdoor wedding on Saturday. What a magnificent day - the weather was gorgeous and the thought of this person finding that someone special was a blessing. We are just tickeled with the two of them as Mr. & Mrs.
During the service, the pastor was speaking. We only got to take in about 65% of what was spoken, with a 7 year old and the bees and flies, our attention was diverted slightly. The pastor was speaking of when we leave this earth will we be sitting the "smoking or non-smoking section"? Louis picked up on this immediately and said, quite loudly, "Mom, you and dad are going to be in the smoking section, right?" I did a quick, but inconspicuous nod and he repeated himself, only louder this time, "MOM, YOU AND DAD ARE GOING TO BE IN THE SMOKING SECTION, RIGHT?" I quickly agreed with him and he said, "You both smoke, so you will be in the smoking section!" I didn't have the energy to explain to him the phrase of the pastor, nor did I think he would even understand.
I think it may be time to quit smoking...the last thing I want him to say to others is, "At the wedding, I told mom and dad that the pastor said they would end up in the smoking section!" UGH - the brain of a 7 year old!
Monday, August 24, 2009
Wednesday, August 12, 2009
Balooka Lou
I spent about 4-5 hours on Friday evening cleaning out Lou's playroom. Ugh. With the "purging of the playroom", you always find broken toys, new toys you didn't think existed and toys rarely played with. Most of the first and last were given away to friends or are currently living life out in the Hudson Landfill (do we even have one?!). I got a super deal on new bins for his shelves and they are looking "spiffy" with the newly organized, new-found toys.
One of the bins is now used for those green, plastic, probably lead encased, army guys. What boy didn't have these growing up? I think, even as girly, girl as I was I may have had a few. These days, you can find them as cheap as 40 for $1 (Thank you Target $1.00 aisle!). Louis' toys are so organized now, he finds himself playing with things he didn't in the past. Thus the army guys.
Now that the army guys are seeing the day of light again, I find myself under attack many times during the day. They are lined up on tables and floors just waiting for the right moment to make their next move hostage or take their next hostage.
Louis asked me, during one of these attacks if I thought a Balooka would work well in the fighting. Once I figured out what he was talking about (Bazooka) I agreed that a balooka would work well. I didn't correct him. I think Balooka sounds just fine. He is growing up so quickly and mastering the English language so well, that once in a while a faux pas like Balooka really makes sense.
It feels good to know that my little boy, the one that just yesterday, it seems, was dancing around to The Wiggle's, isn't grown up yet. He isn't old enough to understand the ways of the world and the intricacies that come along with growing up. He isn't a bratty teenager or an in-between tween. He is still my little boy - playing with his army guys and their balooka's!
One of the bins is now used for those green, plastic, probably lead encased, army guys. What boy didn't have these growing up? I think, even as girly, girl as I was I may have had a few. These days, you can find them as cheap as 40 for $1 (Thank you Target $1.00 aisle!). Louis' toys are so organized now, he finds himself playing with things he didn't in the past. Thus the army guys.
Now that the army guys are seeing the day of light again, I find myself under attack many times during the day. They are lined up on tables and floors just waiting for the right moment to make their next move hostage or take their next hostage.
Louis asked me, during one of these attacks if I thought a Balooka would work well in the fighting. Once I figured out what he was talking about (Bazooka) I agreed that a balooka would work well. I didn't correct him. I think Balooka sounds just fine. He is growing up so quickly and mastering the English language so well, that once in a while a faux pas like Balooka really makes sense.
It feels good to know that my little boy, the one that just yesterday, it seems, was dancing around to The Wiggle's, isn't grown up yet. He isn't old enough to understand the ways of the world and the intricacies that come along with growing up. He isn't a bratty teenager or an in-between tween. He is still my little boy - playing with his army guys and their balooka's!
Thursday, August 6, 2009
Silence in the Present
They have discovered a common interest that doesn't include yelling at each other, having one-up the other, doesn't cost money and they actually laugh while they are doing it - Silent Movies! Unbelievable! Steven and Louis can sit and watch these things for hours on end. Louis watching with bated breath and Steven reading the subtitles. It is the most unbelievable thing I have seen these two do together.
Way back, when Louis was a baby, he acted like he has lived on this earth before. I know, I know, that sounds crazy. But, I was not the only one that thought this. My mother-in-law would always mention that also. He was such a "deep" baby. His thoughts seemed deep. He would look at the world like he was remembering a long lost friend. About a year ago, he started speaking of the "war" and how his friends and family were killed. He even created a song about it. I have it written down at home - I will blog about it later.
So, to watch him view these silent movies is just awesome. He has a connection to the past. As any mother would admit, their child is remarkable, but this child, my child, is truly a gift. A gift from the past? Maybe. A gift for the future? Possibly. But in the present world, he is my gift and I will be forever grateful of him in my life.
Way back, when Louis was a baby, he acted like he has lived on this earth before. I know, I know, that sounds crazy. But, I was not the only one that thought this. My mother-in-law would always mention that also. He was such a "deep" baby. His thoughts seemed deep. He would look at the world like he was remembering a long lost friend. About a year ago, he started speaking of the "war" and how his friends and family were killed. He even created a song about it. I have it written down at home - I will blog about it later.
So, to watch him view these silent movies is just awesome. He has a connection to the past. As any mother would admit, their child is remarkable, but this child, my child, is truly a gift. A gift from the past? Maybe. A gift for the future? Possibly. But in the present world, he is my gift and I will be forever grateful of him in my life.
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