Happy Birthday to me!
I just celebrated my 35th birthday yesterday. It is really hard for me to believe that I just turned 35. I am now considered a mother of advanced maternal age. Ugh. That sounds sort of OLD. I sure don't feel old. I know I don't act old. I definitely do not look old. I am eternally 22 years old in my mind.
I am so blessed to have a family that marks my special day. I had tons of phone calls and cards. The kids and Daddy Mac helped me celebrate with a cheesecake sampler in lieu of the more traditional birthday cake. It was super yummy. Daddy Mac gave me a great present: The present of doing something fun with my girlfriend while he watched the kids and bathed them and put them to bed.
I even got to have dinner with my "New Friend Christa". It was during our conversation that I realize that I have a descriptor for a great many of the people in my life. "Swiss Army Boy" - for a long ago friend who knew a little bit about everything all rolled into a neat package. "Embezzler Friend" who actually was not a friend, but an acquaintance that was found to have embezzled almost $100,000 from her employer. My "Habitual Liar Friend" who could not tell the straight truth about anything to save her life. "The Eel" a sorority sister who once dressed up as an eel from the Little Mermaid and Daddy Mac always recalls her by that name rather than her given one. The "Whack-A-Do Mom" who stalks me at various places with her weird stories and lack of social boundaries.
But Christa, is simply "My New Friend Christa". We had a great dinner, minus lame service, and then chatted a very long time in the car before heading home after midnight. It is nice to have some sense of a social life.
So Happy Birthday to Me! I am praying for many more with health to go with it!
Tuesday, April 29, 2008
Friday, April 11, 2008
She Makes Me Happy!
Little Man and I have been hanging out a great deal this past week. His school is out for spring break and has been a bit bored with hanging out at the house every single day. We have been to the library a couple of times and to the local museum for a nature walk and a stroll through the exhibits.
While we were walking the nature trail, Little Man picked up rocks to toss into a little creek or the pond. He would talk about the flowers or the cow or pigs or the dirt...naturey things. On our way back to the car, we were pretty intent on finding the perfect spot along the trail to chuck in some of the rocks. I just happened to turn my attention back to the trail when I shouted out "Freeze, Little Man! Don't move!". I was SHOCKED to find him standing about 2' away from a 5-5.5' black snake that was slithering across the path. Now I realize that black snakes are not venomous, but a snake is still a snake.
Little Man stopped, turned to look at me and ran to me when I beckoned him. When he turned around, he wasn't a bit surprised to see a snake. No freaking out or anything. You want to know why? Because I am a ROCK. A Calm, Cool, Collected, ROCK who did not panic.
I actually snapped a couple of pictures once it's head moved off of the path. A few minutes of watching it from a distance and we were on our way.
Little Man asked, "Where's Goosey? Goosey is my very best friend! She makes me so happy! So very happy. I do the happy dance!"
Goosey also makes me happy. Long black snakes do not.
While we were walking the nature trail, Little Man picked up rocks to toss into a little creek or the pond. He would talk about the flowers or the cow or pigs or the dirt...naturey things. On our way back to the car, we were pretty intent on finding the perfect spot along the trail to chuck in some of the rocks. I just happened to turn my attention back to the trail when I shouted out "Freeze, Little Man! Don't move!". I was SHOCKED to find him standing about 2' away from a 5-5.5' black snake that was slithering across the path. Now I realize that black snakes are not venomous, but a snake is still a snake.
Little Man stopped, turned to look at me and ran to me when I beckoned him. When he turned around, he wasn't a bit surprised to see a snake. No freaking out or anything. You want to know why? Because I am a ROCK. A Calm, Cool, Collected, ROCK who did not panic.
I actually snapped a couple of pictures once it's head moved off of the path. A few minutes of watching it from a distance and we were on our way.
Little Man asked, "Where's Goosey? Goosey is my very best friend! She makes me so happy! So very happy. I do the happy dance!"
Goosey also makes me happy. Long black snakes do not.
Wednesday, April 9, 2008
Yankee Doodle Dandy
Goosey is in a stage of self-realization. She is very conscious of how she acts around her peers and is pretty reserved. Unlike her little brother, Goosey doesn't come out with funny/cute sayings much anymore.
However, as she was getting into the vancar to leave for school, she found a hot pink feather from a toy that was laying in the seat. She picked it up and looked it over as she was sitting down. She turned to Little Man and handed it him and said in a cheeky way "Hey Littleman, stick THIS in your hat and call it macaroni."
When I turned around to look at her, we both broke out in uncontrollable laughter! She is a hoot!
However, as she was getting into the vancar to leave for school, she found a hot pink feather from a toy that was laying in the seat. She picked it up and looked it over as she was sitting down. She turned to Little Man and handed it him and said in a cheeky way "Hey Littleman, stick THIS in your hat and call it macaroni."
When I turned around to look at her, we both broke out in uncontrollable laughter! She is a hoot!
Friday, April 4, 2008
Stranger Danger!
The month of March has been pretty busy for us. Easter. Two ear infections. Spring break. You get the idea.
The Grandparents from Tennessee came down for several days while Goosey and Grandmama were off on spring break. We hung close to the house, opting for local excursions and the fixing of the broken dryer (a BIG thanks to Granddad!)
On the last day of their visit, we attended church and then went out for a yummy lunch of Japanese food. We were seated in our regular booth and the kids were preoccupied with their chopsticks or forks or something. Then all of a sudden, over the adult conversation, I hear a familiar statement coming from Little Man's mouth:
Hep! Dis is not my mom! Dis is not my dad!
Hep! Dis is not my mom! Dis is not my dad!
No one else noticed it. He wasn't screaming it. But Mama Mac heard it! Heard it enough to be horrified.
Oh my gosh! After a good scolding and chat about how we only say that to strangers who are trying to talk with him, we got a good chuckle. I was thinking about it though. If he started that in public, I might just have to tell the nice policeman who came to the rescue to "Take him! Please! Just take him! Obviously, he needs a break from his mean old mom!" Then they will know that he belongs to me. =)
(Note: The reason he said it was that he and Goosey had just finished watching "Safe Side SuperChick" video on how to keep yourself safe from strangers and people that you "kinda" know. It warns the child that the ONLY people that you are to go with are your "Safe Side Adults". And if anyone approaches the child to speak, ask directions, etc. and they are not in the presence of their safe side adult, the child is advised to yell at the top of his lungs "Help! This is not my mom! Help! This is not my dad!" - Highly recommend this video!)
I don't believe in karma. Not one little bit. However, I must say that I might be getting paid back for the sins of Daddy Mac. Granny has a "great" story of how Daddy Mac as a little boy started screaming while being taken out of a store "Please don't beat me, mommy! Please don't beat me!"
Little Man is going to keep me on my toes, that is for sure.
The Grandparents from Tennessee came down for several days while Goosey and Grandmama were off on spring break. We hung close to the house, opting for local excursions and the fixing of the broken dryer (a BIG thanks to Granddad!)
On the last day of their visit, we attended church and then went out for a yummy lunch of Japanese food. We were seated in our regular booth and the kids were preoccupied with their chopsticks or forks or something. Then all of a sudden, over the adult conversation, I hear a familiar statement coming from Little Man's mouth:
Hep! Dis is not my mom! Dis is not my dad!
Hep! Dis is not my mom! Dis is not my dad!
No one else noticed it. He wasn't screaming it. But Mama Mac heard it! Heard it enough to be horrified.
Oh my gosh! After a good scolding and chat about how we only say that to strangers who are trying to talk with him, we got a good chuckle. I was thinking about it though. If he started that in public, I might just have to tell the nice policeman who came to the rescue to "Take him! Please! Just take him! Obviously, he needs a break from his mean old mom!" Then they will know that he belongs to me. =)
(Note: The reason he said it was that he and Goosey had just finished watching "Safe Side SuperChick" video on how to keep yourself safe from strangers and people that you "kinda" know. It warns the child that the ONLY people that you are to go with are your "Safe Side Adults". And if anyone approaches the child to speak, ask directions, etc. and they are not in the presence of their safe side adult, the child is advised to yell at the top of his lungs "Help! This is not my mom! Help! This is not my dad!" - Highly recommend this video!)
I don't believe in karma. Not one little bit. However, I must say that I might be getting paid back for the sins of Daddy Mac. Granny has a "great" story of how Daddy Mac as a little boy started screaming while being taken out of a store "Please don't beat me, mommy! Please don't beat me!"
Little Man is going to keep me on my toes, that is for sure.
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