Showers and random thoughts
Our morning showers are always interesting, this morning he
spouts, "If they cut me in half I am still myself because the half
that is left is just like the other half, except for this boo-boo,
but I don't really care about that boo-boo, so if it IS on the other
side, I won't really miss it." immediately followed by, "Mom, do you
know what a MAAAOHHorr is??" I think, "The head of a city?"
"A MAAHorrr!" I think,"I don't know, tell me." "It's a female
horse. We learned that at school." By now he is wrapped in a towel,
and wandering the hall, I remind him he must dress first, he wants
to search for some LOST item... "But I need my (fill in whatever for
whatever day...)" I redirect to bedroom. He wants to know what
lunch at school will be, and we don't know what the choices are, the
sheet is MISSING!!!!!!! Some cruel older boy must have throw it
away, while cleaning up. A horrible joke in the lives of the
elementary children, not to know food choices BEFORE they head off
to school. As the older ones say, "Why do they need to know,
anyway?" Control, my dear, control...we have SO little control over
our lives, it is so nice to have control over one tiny bit of our
lives, What will we have for lunch, ah yes, it is Chicken fingers,
no I will have choice #2, the pretzel with cheese, no I think the
pbandj suits me just fine today, thank you.
Some other just great comments of Weslee's:
As he sits at the computer, "Wait, I need to finish rubbing the
screen."
In a rain storm, "It is raining down teeth."
He came in the other day, and paced crazy up and back. "Why is it so hot???? I'm dying of the heat!" So I try to help him take his shirt off. "This is soaking wet, Weslee!" "Duh! Mom, it's raining outside!"
"And you are wearing a longsleeved winter shirt, in the rain, and you're pacing, wondering why you feel hot?"
The other day, Weslee bounced into my bedroom while I am sawing logs, and proclaimed, "Let's go to I HOP, I HOP, I HOP!"
I point out we can make the pancakes at home, or whatever he wants. But he insists he wants to use his own earnings to go. He wants to use his "lawn mowing money". I try to explain what IHOP really stands for International House Of Pancakes as he continues hopping, and spurts more information, "Mom, I need a Temporpedic Mattress!" Obviously he has been watching WAY too much TV on this particular holiday weekend!
He sleeps on what we call a "bunkie", which is the generic mattress made from foam and some boards nailed together for bunk beds. They are handy, light and thin, so when children sit up in their beds they don't knock their heads on the ceiling or the top bunk. They are also reasonably priced, I am sure about one tenth of the price of a Temporpedic Mattress.
I know these "li'l Bill" moments will pass only too quickly, and even now he gets angry when I smile, and point them out to him. He is growing up way too quickly, and soon he'll be independent with fun moments like these over and forgotten. I hear the lawn mower starting up.
spouts, "If they cut me in half I am still myself because the half
that is left is just like the other half, except for this boo-boo,
but I don't really care about that boo-boo, so if it IS on the other
side, I won't really miss it." immediately followed by, "Mom, do you
know what a MAAAOHHorr is??" I think, "The head of a city?"
"A MAAHorrr!" I think,"I don't know, tell me." "It's a female
horse. We learned that at school." By now he is wrapped in a towel,
and wandering the hall, I remind him he must dress first, he wants
to search for some LOST item... "But I need my (fill in whatever for
whatever day...)" I redirect to bedroom. He wants to know what
lunch at school will be, and we don't know what the choices are, the
sheet is MISSING!!!!!!! Some cruel older boy must have throw it
away, while cleaning up. A horrible joke in the lives of the
elementary children, not to know food choices BEFORE they head off
to school. As the older ones say, "Why do they need to know,
anyway?" Control, my dear, control...we have SO little control over
our lives, it is so nice to have control over one tiny bit of our
lives, What will we have for lunch, ah yes, it is Chicken fingers,
no I will have choice #2, the pretzel with cheese, no I think the
pbandj suits me just fine today, thank you.
Some other just great comments of Weslee's:
As he sits at the computer, "Wait, I need to finish rubbing the
screen."
In a rain storm, "It is raining down teeth."
He came in the other day, and paced crazy up and back. "Why is it so hot???? I'm dying of the heat!" So I try to help him take his shirt off. "This is soaking wet, Weslee!" "Duh! Mom, it's raining outside!"
"And you are wearing a longsleeved winter shirt, in the rain, and you're pacing, wondering why you feel hot?"
The other day, Weslee bounced into my bedroom while I am sawing logs, and proclaimed, "Let's go to I HOP, I HOP, I HOP!"
I point out we can make the pancakes at home, or whatever he wants. But he insists he wants to use his own earnings to go. He wants to use his "lawn mowing money". I try to explain what IHOP really stands for International House Of Pancakes as he continues hopping, and spurts more information, "Mom, I need a Temporpedic Mattress!" Obviously he has been watching WAY too much TV on this particular holiday weekend!
He sleeps on what we call a "bunkie", which is the generic mattress made from foam and some boards nailed together for bunk beds. They are handy, light and thin, so when children sit up in their beds they don't knock their heads on the ceiling or the top bunk. They are also reasonably priced, I am sure about one tenth of the price of a Temporpedic Mattress.
I know these "li'l Bill" moments will pass only too quickly, and even now he gets angry when I smile, and point them out to him. He is growing up way too quickly, and soon he'll be independent with fun moments like these over and forgotten. I hear the lawn mower starting up.
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