1.) If I sent you four hundred dollars today what is ONE thing you would spend it on and why. ps I want my change.
If Mama Kat sent me four hundred dollars today, I’d have a super rough time spending it. I know, I’m a totaly weenie, but I’ve always been one of those people that feels the money burning a hole in my pocket, but can’t actually bring myself to spend it. The more ‘free’ the money is, the worse time I have actually letting go of it. I have gift certificates tucked safely away in my purse that haven’t seen the light of day in months. It isn’t like I’m earning interest on those gift certificates, or that I don’t want or need anything either. I need/want lots and lots of stuff: a new coat, a new TV for the bedroom, a new sink for our outdated bathroom. But the idea of spending $400 on ONE THING just seems so wrong, especially if it is for me. I could buy a heck of a lot of clothes for James since all his pants look like he is waiting for high-water, and summer is coming and he really needs shorts, and sandles, and Anne Taylor always has things on sale.
2.) What are your kids talking about?
My kid, James, talks, and talks, endlessly about anything and everything. He is also in the why phase. Discussions change topic at breakneck speed and sometimes he gets so excited that he can’t speak for maybe 2-3 seconds while he does a brain/mouth reset.
Our conversations go something like this:
M: Yes Baby?
J: I’m James, I’m not a baby, I’m a big boy. Say sorry to me.
M: You are right, I’m sorry James.
J: Can I have a show?
M: Maybe when we get home, but right now we are going to Costco.
M: We need food.
M: Why do you think we need food baby, I mean James?
J: Because I like food?
M: OK, that must be it then.
J: Can you talk about something?
M: What do you want to talk about?
J: Tell me about Buzz Lightyeard (not a typo, this is verbatim), an his wings, an how he flies, and fights bad guys with his laser, an flies, an shoots, an Woody, an how he fights dinosaurs, an monsters, an bad guys, an bad guys are bad, right Mom? An raccoons, so we can get a gun, to shoot them, an they are bad, Pow! Pow! Pow! an…an…an..Can I ride my bike? Where is my bike? Can I go to the park, an play on toys! I’m not tired! Grayson pushed me at school!
M: Did he apologize?
J: I said “NO THANK YOU” to him (complete with finger pointing.) I’m not tired. Can I have a show?
3.) Tell us about a local news story that’s all the buzz right now in your neck of the woods.
We actually live in the woods, and since we had to move so far out of town to live in the woods, there isn’t much news to report, other than we had a coyote howling in our yard the other night, and it is robin mating season. I know because the male robins spend their days defending their territory, by smashing repeatedly into our windows. But in the big city, news stories range from the latest company announcing layoffs (depressing) to a children’s theater employee being arrested on child pornography charges (WTF?!) But the really big story is about a 14-year-old who is being charged with murder for smothering her newborn. She seems to have thought that she’d avoid getting into trouble if she smothered her baby. I know she is young, but how immature do you have to be to think that smothering (allegedly) an infant is a good choice? And where was her mother through all this?
It is easy for me to get all worked up, but then I start to wonder, are Tim and I helping James to develop a good morale foundation. How do you teach a child to care about preserving life, compassion, making good choices, even when it is difficult? We are trying really hard to do the right thing, but what if we are sucking, not even aware that we are messing it all up and actually creating a monster! Agh!
4.) Share some blogging advice.
Since very few people visit my site, I think I’ll pass on dispensing advice; clearly I have lots to learn in the blogging department.
5.) Tell us about that time at the playground when that thing happened.
I haven’t had a ‘thing’ happen at the playground yet. So far no embarrassing or scary moments, but you never know; lots of kids and parents in a confined space, something is bound to happen sooner or later. Odds are that if something is going to happen, it will be at the Bellevue Square play area. Any parent that shops there knows, it is packed to the gills with kids that have come unglued from all the excitement and wonder of duh, duh, duuuh The Boat. I know that someday I’m going to have to clean someone else’s vomit, pee, or other bodily fluid off of James or me. I know that someday I’m going to sternly tell another parent to kindly stop their child from head-butting my son just to get to the top of The Boat. Or apologize to said parent, for wading in and pulling said child off of mine.