You may recall that a few days ago, my son opened a fortune cookie that had the message, "You will soon have a romantic encounter." I was slightly concerned, but really didn't think he'd seriously have one.
I was wrong. The boy now informs me that he thinks he has a girlfriend.
"What?' I said, hardly believing my ears.
"Yeah. In school today, we were allowed to pick one person to hug. A girl picked me. She's really nice!"
Um. Okay.
So this revelation came yesterday. Today, I went into the classroom to help the teacher. The kids were sitting on the carpet as I walked in. I noticed my boy was sitting next to a girl.
Hmmm.
Then, when the teacher walked over to me to give me my instructions, I glanced out of the corner of my eye and saw my boy playing rock, paper, sissors with this girl.
Now I know I'm in trouble!
One announcment before I close: Tomorrow, September 1st at 10:00 AM EST, I'll be a guest on this radio show reading my book, That Mama is a Grouch. If you want to hear the story, or listen to me yap, please stop by!
Friday, August 31, 2012
Thursday, August 30, 2012
Hunger Games
First of all, I want to let you all know that I'm a guest at Mum and Babies. It's a repost of last week's interview, but this time the site is working so you can comment. If you want to visit, great. If not, I certainly understand - been there, done that!
Today's post is kind of disturbing. My son came home from his friend's house with a homemade bow and arrow. It was actually pretty good. He had found a bowed stick which he sanded. He carved some notches at either end so it could be strung. Then he found a long rubberband and attached it to the bow. The arrow was a stick he had sharpened with a stone.
"Bubba, that's a really good bow and arrow," I said, "but why did you make it?"
"I'm in training," he replied.
"In training for what?"
"The Hunger Games."
"WHAT?" I couldn't believe he even knew about the Hunger Games!
"Yeah, we're having them in 2013."
"You absolutely ARE NOT having the Hunger Games in 2013, and you ARE NOT training for them!" I went on to explain that the Hunger Games were very dangerous and that the kids in the movie got hurt and killed doing them.
I am appalled that 8, 9, and 10 year old kids are thinking that it would be fun to emulate what was in the Hunger Games movie! Am I over-reacting here?
Today's post is kind of disturbing. My son came home from his friend's house with a homemade bow and arrow. It was actually pretty good. He had found a bowed stick which he sanded. He carved some notches at either end so it could be strung. Then he found a long rubberband and attached it to the bow. The arrow was a stick he had sharpened with a stone.
"Bubba, that's a really good bow and arrow," I said, "but why did you make it?"
"I'm in training," he replied.
"In training for what?"
"The Hunger Games."
"WHAT?" I couldn't believe he even knew about the Hunger Games!
"Yeah, we're having them in 2013."
"You absolutely ARE NOT having the Hunger Games in 2013, and you ARE NOT training for them!" I went on to explain that the Hunger Games were very dangerous and that the kids in the movie got hurt and killed doing them.
I am appalled that 8, 9, and 10 year old kids are thinking that it would be fun to emulate what was in the Hunger Games movie! Am I over-reacting here?
Wednesday, August 29, 2012
Storm Tracker
My eight-year-old son is fascinated by weather. He can spend hours watching radar maps on TV. I don't get it, because weather maps and radar screens bore me. Perhaps he will be a meteorologist someday. He'd certainly be an entertaining one!
Anyway, as you can probably guess, he has been very interested in Hurricane Isaac. When he finished his homework, he asked if he could watch the weather channel to track its progress. I turned it on, and he sat there, mesmerized by the whole thing.
I went off to teach violin lessons. I was in the middle of a lesson when the boy came barging into the room. "Mama, come quick, you have to see this!"
"Bubba, I'm teaching. I'll look at it later."
"No, you have to come now. It won't be here later."
Argh. I went in to see what the boy was all excited about. There was a radar screen on the TV. "You brought me in to show me this?" I asked, exasperated.
"Yeah, Mama. It's on the same track as Hurricane Katrina. And it's a catagory 2! People are on their roofs because their houses flooded!"
Well, I'm truly sorry for the people who are in the middle of that mess. Perhaps if you are in the way of the hurricane, you can contact my son, and he'll tell you if you need to evacuate.
Meanwhile, I'm going back to teaching violin lessons.
Anyway, as you can probably guess, he has been very interested in Hurricane Isaac. When he finished his homework, he asked if he could watch the weather channel to track its progress. I turned it on, and he sat there, mesmerized by the whole thing.
I went off to teach violin lessons. I was in the middle of a lesson when the boy came barging into the room. "Mama, come quick, you have to see this!"
"Bubba, I'm teaching. I'll look at it later."
"No, you have to come now. It won't be here later."
Argh. I went in to see what the boy was all excited about. There was a radar screen on the TV. "You brought me in to show me this?" I asked, exasperated.
"Yeah, Mama. It's on the same track as Hurricane Katrina. And it's a catagory 2! People are on their roofs because their houses flooded!"
Well, I'm truly sorry for the people who are in the middle of that mess. Perhaps if you are in the way of the hurricane, you can contact my son, and he'll tell you if you need to evacuate.
Meanwhile, I'm going back to teaching violin lessons.
Tuesday, August 28, 2012
Tapping at Timmy's Wok
As you may or may not know, my daughter is a dancer. Her specialty is tap dancing. (And yes, that means I listen to hours and hours of tapping noise as she practices her moves.) Well, let me tell you, that girl has a tough time keeping her feet still.
Today, we were waiting at Timmy's Wok, a local Chinese restaurant, while our order was being prepared. My daughter, the hyperactive, energetic dancer she is, started practicing fallaps and shuffle ball changes. I watched her and shook my head.
All the tapping got the attention of a toddler in the back kitchen. Apparently, mom and dad are the chefs, and the toddler was hanging out with them. Anyway, this cute little Chinese boy started watching my daughter. He was amazed. Soon that little kid was doing some toe tapping of his own. Then the little boy's sister got in on the act. She wasn't much older than him.
I'm sure you can just picture it - my big kid and two little kids tap dancing around the restaurant. Fortunately, nobody else was in the place.
"Mom," my daughter said. "I'm a really good influence on these kids."
"Hmmm," I said. "Not so sure about that. Now these kids are going to think it's okay to tap dance in a restaurant."
"At least they'll provide good entertainment for the customers."
Yeah, that they will!
Today, we were waiting at Timmy's Wok, a local Chinese restaurant, while our order was being prepared. My daughter, the hyperactive, energetic dancer she is, started practicing fallaps and shuffle ball changes. I watched her and shook my head.
All the tapping got the attention of a toddler in the back kitchen. Apparently, mom and dad are the chefs, and the toddler was hanging out with them. Anyway, this cute little Chinese boy started watching my daughter. He was amazed. Soon that little kid was doing some toe tapping of his own. Then the little boy's sister got in on the act. She wasn't much older than him.
I'm sure you can just picture it - my big kid and two little kids tap dancing around the restaurant. Fortunately, nobody else was in the place.
"Mom," my daughter said. "I'm a really good influence on these kids."
"Hmmm," I said. "Not so sure about that. Now these kids are going to think it's okay to tap dance in a restaurant."
"At least they'll provide good entertainment for the customers."
Yeah, that they will!
Monday, August 27, 2012
Good Fortune
Today, a few of my son's buddies came over. They raided my pantry and found some fortune cookies.
One kid cracked open his. "Hey, I'm going to have a new exciting business adventure!"
The next kid opened his. "I'm going to have a comfortable old age!"
Then my son opened his. He started giggling. "Mine says there's a good chance of a romantic encounter soon."
Uh oh. I think I'm seeing trouble ahead!
One kid cracked open his. "Hey, I'm going to have a new exciting business adventure!"
The next kid opened his. "I'm going to have a comfortable old age!"
Then my son opened his. He started giggling. "Mine says there's a good chance of a romantic encounter soon."
Uh oh. I think I'm seeing trouble ahead!
Sunday, August 26, 2012
Pokemon School
Before I start my story, I want to let you all know that I'm a guest over at Virginia Wright's blog today. You can win a copy of my book, That Mama is a Grouch. Please stop by and visit.
Now for the story. My husband decided he wanted a 3-D flatscreen TV, so he went out and got one. Of course, 3-D flatscreen TVs come in big boxes. Perfect for kids to play in. My son got a hold of that thing and let his imagination go wild.
"Mama," he said, "get in the bus!"
"The bus?" It didn't look like a bus to me.
"Yeah, Mama. Like this." He demonstrated how to get in the bus. His feet stuck out the bottom, and his head stuck out the top.
"Um, Bubba. I think I'm a little big for that," I said.
"No, Mama. You're skinny. Come on."
Well, since he put it that way...
I crawled in the box and stood up. I felt pretty stupid, but I figured we were in the garage so nobody would see me. Not for long. That boy decided to take his bus for a ride... to school of course.
"Come on, Mama. We're going to Pokemon school."
I followed along as we walked (drove) our bus down the driveway. We headed up the street. "Wait a minute, Bubba. Where are we going?"
"To the stop sign."
Negative. The neighbors had come out of their house to watch our little spectacle. "Bubba, we're staying in our yard. I'm not driving around the neighborhood in a box!"
To make a long story short, we parked our box (bus) under a shady tree in our front yard. Then Bubba taught me all about cat-like Pokemon. (Meowith and Purrloin are the only two I can remember from that lesson.) Afterwards, we drove our box back into the garage.
I glanced back at the neighbors who were shaking their heads at us. What can I say? Never a dull moment at my pad!
Now for the story. My husband decided he wanted a 3-D flatscreen TV, so he went out and got one. Of course, 3-D flatscreen TVs come in big boxes. Perfect for kids to play in. My son got a hold of that thing and let his imagination go wild.
"Mama," he said, "get in the bus!"
"The bus?" It didn't look like a bus to me.
"Yeah, Mama. Like this." He demonstrated how to get in the bus. His feet stuck out the bottom, and his head stuck out the top.
"Um, Bubba. I think I'm a little big for that," I said.
"No, Mama. You're skinny. Come on."
Well, since he put it that way...
I crawled in the box and stood up. I felt pretty stupid, but I figured we were in the garage so nobody would see me. Not for long. That boy decided to take his bus for a ride... to school of course.
"Come on, Mama. We're going to Pokemon school."
I followed along as we walked (drove) our bus down the driveway. We headed up the street. "Wait a minute, Bubba. Where are we going?"
"To the stop sign."
Negative. The neighbors had come out of their house to watch our little spectacle. "Bubba, we're staying in our yard. I'm not driving around the neighborhood in a box!"
To make a long story short, we parked our box (bus) under a shady tree in our front yard. Then Bubba taught me all about cat-like Pokemon. (Meowith and Purrloin are the only two I can remember from that lesson.) Afterwards, we drove our box back into the garage.
I glanced back at the neighbors who were shaking their heads at us. What can I say? Never a dull moment at my pad!
Saturday, August 25, 2012
Growing Up
My little girl isn't a little girl anymore. Today, she started her first real job. She's a dance assistant at the dance studio. I watched her help the little ballet bears, and couldn't help remembering when she was a three-year-old in a tutu. My, how the time flies!
As we got in the car, she made an announcement. "Mama, I lost my last baby tooth!"
Sure enough, her last molar had popped out, and she was holding it in her hand.
So tonight is the last night the tooth fairy will be visiting my daughter. I hope she doesn't get too emotional!
As we got in the car, she made an announcement. "Mama, I lost my last baby tooth!"
Sure enough, her last molar had popped out, and she was holding it in her hand.
So tonight is the last night the tooth fairy will be visiting my daughter. I hope she doesn't get too emotional!
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