Call Him Sensitive

I guess you could call him sensitive.... he is going to cry if he doesn't win at musical chairs, he will sulk over a mean comment someone said to him at recess.... two days ago, he does remember and dwell on sad dreams days after their occurrence (they aren't real Sol).  He leaves me baffled and bemused on what to do, how do I reason with my ever vigilant headstrong six year old?????

After exhausting all other efforts, I can only hold him and flood him with compliments (I keep telling Monte I think this might work for me too!)..... 'My sweet sweet Sol, the sweetest boy I know.... My smart smart Sol, the smartest boy in all the first grade, My handsome, handsome Sol, the best looking boy in his whole class....' at this last comment he'll stop me... 'No Mom... that's not true... I saw Truman yesterday, and he definitely looked more handsome than me.'  Oh why did I remind him!  Darn that Truman!  I guess sometimes I just can't win. 

Impressions

There was yelling, there was threats, there was tears, and then..... the perfect book.... all is well.....

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All I want for Christmas is my two (or three) front teeth!

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There was a full 12 seconds of sweet reverential silence while they thought what they were thankful for..... then someone made a fart sound and someone else told me I had stinky breath.... Oh I am so thankful!

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His teacher sent me an email.... 'the best Dress and Tell I've EVER seen.... so great I sent him to present it to the rest of the fourth grade classes.'    There is no better person for him to represent.  My boy is a Genius.... maybe I should stop worrying about his spelling.....

I have no problem deciphering his words, but for those of you who do:

'The important thing is not to stop questioning.  Curiosity has its own reason for existing.' 
                                                                                                                                 -Albert Einstein  

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Impressions

Clearance bulbs, a value copy of the complete 4th season of House, and a spectacular find at a favorite second hand store (already put to good storage use)..... all I need now is a King Size KitKat for dinner.  

Flowers, the perfect gift, dinner and a movie..... I really do throw the best parties.

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Halloween 2014

Halloween is great.  It's like a step back in time while I chase my children from house to house as they enjoy each haunted doorstep.  I love living in a small town where a trunk or treat is unheard of, and local picked apples are still given in my children's goody bags.   

Whether your costume is homemade, store bought, skin baring, multi-layered, expensive, or just your mother's old skirt, your  mission is all the same.... to collect as much candy as you can.

 

I once heard that from a health and dental perspective it's better to eat all you Halloween candy at once, getting it over with quickly (that's what I kept telling myself as I downed another Kit-Kat), so I felt somewhat justified in letting my children eat Baby Ruths and Snickers for dinner, I knew the 'Ghost' soup I'd already prepared would go untouched.  

I found each boy passed out amongst candy wrappers on the front room floor, I guess the sugar eventually wore off.  But as I tucked them into bed I'm sure they had extra sweet dreams of our evening adventures in gathering goodies while..... manuevering our way through a spookified hedge maze, trembling through the numerous homemade spook alleys, visiting the local bar where they hand out full size candy bars, and stopping at the town BBQ joint for popcorn, hot chocolate, and friendly conversation & candy hall comparisons with other local trick or treaters.  

Even after all that fun we still made it home in time for Jonas to do plenty spooking of his own on our haunted front porch.  I think this is his favorite part of Halloween. 

Yes.... Halloween is great.