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Tuesday, October 26, 2010

An overheard conversation

Mo and Daddy, chatting before bed.

Mo: Some kids today were eating dead meat, Dad.

Dad: Lots of people eat meat. That's their decision. It's OK.

Mo: Well, I called them a bunch of "dead meaters."

Dad: That's not a very nice thing to say.

..... Later ....

Dad: Let's practice some spelling words.

Mo: OK.

Dad: How about Mom?

Mo: Mom's easy!

Dad: [Laughing] Did you hear that, Mom? He says Mom's easy.

Me: Yes, I heard.

Mo: Why's that funny, Dad?

Dad: Ummm. You'll get it when you're older.

Sunday, October 24, 2010

Another lesson from Curly

Add this to the pile of lessons I've learned from the Booger Boys.

Curly woke up in the middle of the night Friday with yucky poops. Soon he was throwing up all over. I was running around like a crazy person trying to clean up the carpet, bedding, Curly and myself.

I found myself mumbling, "It's OK, it's OK" over and over again. But then I realized that it wasn't Curly who needed reassuring - it was me. He was perfectly fine. He didn't cry at all. He didn't get upset, though I know he was feeling terrible.

He simply told me, "Mom, my tummy hurts."

Later in the bathroom, when I was stripping him down, he looked and me and explained, "Mom, I'm sticky."

After bathing him, the little sweetheart was shaking like a leaf. But no crying, no complaining, he just asked if he could wear his purple Care Bear socks.

An hour later, he was warmed up but still couldn't sleep. I was exhausted and upset, but Curly simply asked me if we could go downstairs and watch Care Bears.

So at 1 in the morning, we turned on a Care Bear movie and watched the entire thing through. When it was over, he toddled over and turned it off. "OK, it's bedtime now," he told me.

So I took him back up to bed and he slept.

He's continued to be sick all weekend - but he laughs and plays and never complains. I wish I could say the same for myself.

Friday, October 22, 2010

Monsters vs. strangers

This was a writing exercise that my writer's group suggested I post here. It was supposed to present the point of view of someone who's anxious and having trouble distinguishing what's real. It's based on several actual conversations with Mo.

Monsters Inc. Little Monsters. Elmo. Grover. Cookie Monster.

Mom says they're not real. But she buys me sheets and blanket and those things that go on your pillows - they all have monsters on 'em. One eye, two eyes, three. Horns and sharp teeth.

I tell her they scare me. They'll eat me in my sleep.

She says they're "not real." Nothing to be scared of.

So I tell myself: The scary stuff isn't real. Mom says monsters aren't' real.

Just like strangers.

But now she's laughing. She says strangers ARE real. But strangers aren't on TV. They're not on my bunk bed covers. But now strangers are supposed to be real?

What about pigs, Mom? Are pigs real?

Sunday, October 17, 2010

"You get what you get..."

Mo has quickly adopted the vernacular of Kindergarten.

Besides things he's picked up on the playground ("Girls go to Jupiter...), he's shared some really cute expressions that I'd bet he learned in the classroom:

  • When dolling out snacks: "One, two, three - that's enough for me."

  • When working on crafts: "A dot, a dot, a dot will do - more than that is too much glue."

  • On dealing with the hand you're dealt: "You get what you get, and you don't have a fit."

  • Time to be quiet: "Zip it, lock it, put it in your pocket."

Wednesday, October 13, 2010

The day a (trashy) dream died

Mo loves garbage trucks. And I mean loves.

He runs to the windows when he hears them a-coming. We take walks specifically to follow the garbage truck routes - Mo running from house to house, watching excitedly.

For Halloween, he dressed up as a garbage truck driver. You get the picture.

So tonight I was reading Curly one of Mo's old favorites, Trashy Town. Mo knows it by heart. It's about a trash man who collects all the trash in the town and then has one thing left to clean up - on the last page, he takes a bath.

Mo looked up from the Judy Moody book he was reading with Daddy.

"Is that true?" he asked.

"What's that?"

"If you're a trash man, do you really have to take a bath every single day?" he demanded.

"Yep," Daddy and I said in unison.

Mo nodded and listened to the last chapter of his book. Finally, he declared, "Mom. Dad. I've decided. I no longer want to be a garbage truck driver when I grow up."

Sunday, October 10, 2010

If Mo had spending power...

For his birthday Mo got a Webkinz toy, and every toy comes with a code for its cyber-likeness that the kids can "play" with online. I didn't know much about Webkinz until my Mother-in-Law enlightened us on how you can play little games to earn cyber-money for your character and then buy them things.

What kind of things can you buy for an online character? Well, food, clothes, furniture, toys, extra rooms for their homes, decorations, a day at the spa - it's crazy, actually, all the different things you can buy these "pets."

But what I really get a kick out of is seeing how Mo spends his cyber-money.

  • His pet has only two outfits: A tuxedo and a swimsuit. (All you really need, right?)

  • He saved up for a long time to buy an antique toilet. (Really, that's what you want to buy?)

  • His two beds are a pirate bed and a hammock.

  • He now has two scooters, a hovercraft, a swimming pool, a bowling set and a large collection of bobblehead dolls. But still just the two outfits.

Wednesday, October 6, 2010

Lemonade stand - Mo style

Ever since a neighbor girl had a lemonade stand last spring, Mo's been obsessed with the idea of having one too.

I've steered him away from it - thinking he'll be board to death and that it's tacky to charge your neighbors a quarter for a cup of lemonade.

Well, Daddy was cleaning out the garage on Sunday, and Mo found a folding table. He soon hauled it to the bottom of the driveway. I had to run some errands but had a suspicion about what was going to be waiting when I came home.

Sure enough, Mo had a lemonade stand going when I got home. But in true Mo fashion, his wasn't like any other. For one, it was green. Forget the disposable cups (we don't have any), he pulled his favorite cups from the cupboard, and Dad washed them in between uses. He also recycled the sign - taking a former art project and turning it into his advertisement.

But my favorite part was the price...



And get this. He didn't walk away empty-handed: He made $2.60 in tips!

Plus he attracted tons of friends to play with for the rest of the afternoon and evening, long after the lemonade stand was abandoned.

Sunday, October 3, 2010

Mrs. Who?

I volunteered in Mo's classroom Friday, which was so much fun.

As soon as I walked in, one boy asked me to tie his shoe, another hugged me and a little girl asked my name. I replied "Brooke."

But soon I learned that I'm not "Brooke" in the classroom.

MANY times over, the teacher addressed me as "Mrs. Hall." It was the most bizarre thing.

I loved helping the kids read and write, but hearing, "Mrs. Hall will hand out your workbook," and "Just ask me or Mrs. Hall for help" - not only did it not feel like she was talking to someone else, I also realized I was getting a big agitated.

Did it make me feel old? Well, yes it did, but I think it was more than that.

I realized that only other time I've been addressed that way is when annoying telemarketers call the house. This was the first time I've been called "Mrs. Hall" in a good way!