Once Upon a Time he was but a Twinkle in his Father's Eye

I've got a soft spot in my heart for father/son relationships.

"Once Upon a Time he was but a Twinkle in his Father's Eye"

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I'm a Dumbbell

Sometimes I question my sanity.


Little guy: "Hey, mom, I want to see if I can bench press you."

Me: "OK."


And a few minutes later and a whirling dervish of flailing arms and legs I declared myself non-bench pressable.

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Mohawk

At 11:48 last night I received a text.  Texts sent at that time should be due to an emergency, right?

Nope.

Little guy: "I need to get a haircut tomorrow."


...and that's why I'm super happy that I'm a deep sleeper.


Skip to today after I dropped my sweet kiddo off at the barber shop. 


Little guy:  "I'm ready to be picked up now."

So I got in my car and head right on over.  And what happened next took me completely by surprise.

1. I drove right by my kid who had started walking home...because I did not recognize him!

2. I did not recognize him because he had a mohawk...something I thought he'd never do because his mom, me, had one in high school, too.


Having a little "Like Mother, Like Son" bliss.

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Putting it on the Line

I have to admit that my kids are rather used to being spoiled in the laundry department.  As far as they're concerned, the laundry fairy shows up most of the time and delivers piles of neatly folded laundry.  I figured they rather dug it like that, so I was blown away when my big guy said something to me today when I was hanging some jeans on our clothesline.


Big guy:  "Are you going to start using the clothesline again?"

Me:  "Just a little.  I always lay off in the winter."

Big guy:  "Well, I like when clothes are hanging out here so I can just go outside and take what I want to wear off the line."


I really dug it...and somehow I think one of his fond childhood memories will be of his mom hanging his clothes to dry.  Pretty groovy.

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Quitting Day

Today's the day.  Gonna give up a nasty habit.  Mind you, the kids rather enjoy this habit of mine and are not at all on team "Help Mom Quit" as they keep diving into my stash.  Dave is just annoyed by the entire thing.  So, pretty much I'm on my own...again.  Yes, again.  I've quit many, many times before...and not that I don't have faith in my quitting ability, but I'm quite sure I will have to quit again someday. 

You see, today is the day that I'm quitting my gum chewing habit.  Every year or so I seem to take it up again...starting slowly with a pack purchased here and there...and then eventually I find myself buying the BIG pack at Costco.  Well, I've known for some time that the end was near, just felt it in my gut, and had a plan to quit after my last pack was finished.  And right now I'm actually chewing my last piece of gum (actually I've got two pieces jammed in my mouth...the better to make bubbles with, my dear).

So, if you see me out and about, and I've got a longing look in my eye, a sad forlorn pout on my non-chewing mouth, just come over and gently tap me on my back and let me know it'll all be just fine.

It always has been...

...until next year, that is.

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