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stellar attachment parenting moment

I am sitting at the table next to Josh. He is doing his first grade homework and I am leafing through a magazine nearby being available to assist if necessary. Josh is working on spelling. The next word he has to write a sentence for is CRIB. He turns to me and says "I can't think of anything to say for crib because I don't know what a crib is." I kiss my co-slept baby. I am tempted to find an episode of MTV Cribs tell him it is the code name for someone young movie or television star's swanky pimped out digs, but instead I hop onto the computer and pull up some crib catalog page. Josh is still stumped! He hasn't ever seen one! Wait until he finds out that some people put nets on top so their older kids can't get out.

Josh has a cool friend

Josh's light saber weilding all american boy kind of kid friend's little sister was having a birthday party. She just turned four. When Josh's friend asked his little sister if he could bring a friend of his own to her birthday party she said he could, but it had to be Josh. (I know, Awwwww) On Saturday we went to the party. We walked into the party place and saw a dozen little girls all dressed in their party dresses each with a pink tiara on. We located the big brother, Josh's friend, and there sitting on his manly little buzz cut was a shiny sparkly pink tiara. Josh, completely unnaccustomed to 1. the color pink and 2. dainty head adornments looked at his friend in disbelief. He called out the friends name, with that rolling kind of inflection that manages to say "What are you doing? Are you out of mind?" all in a one syllable name that extends for seven whole seconds. The friend turned to Josh with a big grin across his face, tilted his head, and said "I'm a princess!" I just love that kid.

what I get to see every evening

This is the view from the closet. Yes, the closet has a window. Every night I go into the closet to check out the sunset which magically never disappoints. How can a place have a glorious sunset every night? I don't know, but when I am done with this house that closet is going to be a screened in porch where I can sit with a cup of tea and watch the sunset without knocking over the freshly laundered towels.

He got all upset when every one behind him kept laughing

eating well

The husband, who knows remarkably little about nutrition for someone who has been eating for 40 something years, read yesterday that All Bran cereal makes a really good healthy breakfast. Never in his life having eaten All Bran cereal, he was anxious to try it. He even stopped on his way home from work to pick some up so that he could try it this morning. The husband was standing by the counter, enjoying his serving and a half of All Bran cereal while I was packing up lunches for the kids. I made a joke about the possibility of him spending the afternoon in the bathroom. He did not know what I was talking about. He also didn't want to hear it. He was sure a little bowl of cereal couldn't mess up his strong, manly, not irregular constitution.

I tried desperately hard not to smirk, snicker, giggle or just plain laugh out loud as he left and I called out "Happy Valentine's Day! Call me later ..... and let me know how it goes!" I can't wait for tonight.

i've got crush on you sweetie pie

Matt informs me that he suspects one of the girls in his class has a crush on him. Apparantly she has been requesting he draw pictures for her, so many that he is suspicious. She has also said some flirty things to him. She has given him a nickname.

This thrills me to no end for several reasons. The first reason is that my child is recognizing a peer showing interest in him. Not always an easy task for a kid on the spectrum. Secondly, having a child who doesn't always go through the developmental stages at the same time as his peeers, is rough on him and me, so I am grateful that he is being introduced to a typical middle school milestone. And mostly I am thankful that some 12 year old female vixon, has such good taste that she is able to see past Matt's burgundy high water sweat pants and fall for his charm, intelligence and fine wit. Well I am just about speechless over that.

I Love Sherry

I am a total approval whore. I try to be really witty when leaving comments on the other blogs I enjoy reading. I just want everyone to love me. Tonight I fell in love with commentor #14, a wonderful, charming, obviously intelligent woman who commented on my comment on Sarcastic Journalist's site. SJ's post has a link to a video of gorrillas doing the nasty she wrote of her embarrassment when witnessing such acts of nature, including dogs doing their business while their owners stand around. Here are our comments:

12.

Growing up in NYC I had to leave my apartment at 7AM to take the long subway ride to HS. One morning, I was almost at the train station when a dog, seemingly from out of nowhere, ran up to the lady I was walking behind, and began to hump her big fur purse which she had been swinging in her hand. She tried to pull the purse away but the dog wasn’t letting go of it. He humped and humped until he shot his stuff all over her pants. Hahahaha. What a great way to start the day. (For me of course, I was always looking for a good story to share)

Comment by clickmom — 8/15/2005 @ 11:56 am

14.

I was going to leave a comment but I forget what it was now because I’m laughing too hard at clickmom’s comment instead.

Oh I remember now. I was never embarrassed when other dogs pooped but I was when my own did. I hated standing there, holding the leash and trying to appear nonchalant while he crouched on the grass. The worst was when he had, uh, an upset stomach and was having a violent crap attack while a bunch of people walked by. I wanted to die.

Comment by sherry — 8/15/2005 @ 1:18 pm

suck like the wind

We ate out for lunch today. Evan ordered spaghetti, and had tons of fun slurping up a single noodle at a time. He was going for speed, and because of his ability those noodles would whip around hitting all over his face when they got to be about 4 or 5 inches long. He had sauce from his neck to his eyebrows. I watched in silence. One day this boy could be a father. I tried to picture it.

Once Evan felt confident in his speed pasta slurping abilities he declared “Hey I am a really good SUCKER.” Matt grinned, “Yes, Evan, you are a real good sucker.” he replied in true big brother form. Then he elaborated “You are a sucking marvel.” I giggled silently to myself. “Suck like the wind.” I begin shaking. “No one sucks better than you.” I begin to laugh out loud and “You were born to suck.” I couldn’t stop laughing, luckily Evan wasn’t taking offense, he just wasn’t sure what Matt was saying. We explained the giggling to Evan by telling him that Matt’s compliments could be taken two ways. Then we sent him to the bathroom to wash his face.

my island paradise

I have to admit it. I am a princess.

My husband makes all the money we need and I get to do what I want.

Now that that is off my chest, I have to say, I am so excited because we bought a vacation home!!!! We actually bought it last fall, but let the owners rent it back from us while they looked for a new home. AND THEY ARE FINALLY OUT! WHOOO HOOO! I feel like it is finally mine, all mine, hehehe. The best part is that it is near my sister and we will get to hang out this summer.

But this house, I love it!! It was built around 1890, and has the most fabulous vibe. I walk into this house and can feel a century worth of cocktail parties. The stories I have heard about it so far are that it belonged to a family, then it was a club for the lake residents, then a kind of playboy mansion (it is not a mansion) before becoming a family residence again. And the house is on a lake. OK, it is even better, it is on a small island in a huge lake. So now we actually own an island. The first owners took a barge back and forth, but in the 1940’s a causeway was built, so we can just drive off the main road onto the island.

We were there today, and we ripped up all this hideous 1970’s carpet to discover the gorgeous wood floors underneath. Thank you previous owners for being so tacky that you preserved the floors for me!! We need to finish cleaning up the floors, slap on some fresh paint and we will be ready to go!! I am hoping that every one I know will come and visit this summer, and we can have all sorts of fun playing on the island, barbecuing, swimming in the lake, refreshing at the wet bar in the den.

Excuse me while I day dream a bit here....

hurrah for outdoor sports

Oh Spring, I thinkof all the greatness you bring. No socks, no jackets, a greening landscape, and best of all OUTDOOR SPORTS!! Wooo Hooooo!! I am a happy photographer. No more claustrophobic gyms, and being 3 feet from a screaming obnoxious fan. Now I can move, and breath, and leave my flash at home!! I have been looking forward to the outdoor sports all since the beginning of basketball season, and now it is here. Ahhhhhhh.
I am anxiously looking forward to tennis, lacrosse, track, and baseball. Heck, I'd even follow the golf team around I am so happy.