Monday Mumbles

Ten random things that I am thinking about this morning. They are in no particular order, as always. Happy Memorial Day.



1. I am sitting at the kitchen table, looking around at the men in the house. Hubs has left for work, and I am here with the three boys. 11 year old is sitting here in a white tee shirt. T.O. is sitting here in a white tank top. I am in a white tank top. The black sheep of the family, grumpy little Wee One, is in a black tee shirt. It's so fitting.



2. I really do not understand why it has to rain or have a chance of showers during every Memorial Day. It's baffling, really. Is it a sign?



3. Yesterday during the early evening, we caught the ice cream truck. THAT felt like summer, and I loved it. And for the record, I had a cherry bomb pop Jr.



4. Saturday evening we went to my cousin's college graduation party. It was in the upstairs of a local bar. They also serve food until a certain time, and my aunt had them make pizzas for the party. Just a few minutes ago, T.O. "reminded" me of something that happened that evening and prefaced his story with "remember at the pizza place....". I LOVE that he doesn't even realize we had him in a drinking establishment for 4 1/2 hours. So innocent. And too soon he'll be going there for the drinking. (He doesn't have a choice where he's going to college...don't you know that? Unless he gets a rockin' scholarship, then we'll consider it.)



5. I don't think there is anything more pleasing than when young people (we're speaking high school or college aged people) have their heads on straight. It's hopeful to know that some have the priorities in line. I saw this in Hubs' cousin yesterday when we went and congratulated him on his high school graduation.



6. Why are boys SO unwilling to use the restroom until they're about to pee on themselves? 11 year old has been doing this since he was.....well, forever. And there are times when T.O. is dancing so fiercely that it's the only thing that has to be wrong. It's as if they think their playing partners won't "pause" whatever "game" they're playing. I suppose it's cute how they think the world will end if they don't get to finish whatever it is they're playing. Maybe we all need to be more like that? Wait, never mind....post-baby bladder would be VERY unforgiving.



7. Something was wrong with Wee One AGAIN at the end of last week. He had a cough (again) and had a fever (again). He had to leave daycare early on Thursday (again). It's getting really tiresome and the only thing I can keep thinking isn't very nice - he's catching it from SOMEONE and we're all fine here at the house, which means he's getting it from the kids at school. Why are THEY still there? Why don't THEY break out with fever? Why are they allowed in to get my child sick? Grrrrr. So now he's on yet another antibiotic round as well as the pre-stages of breathing treatments for asthma. It's only a matter of time....wait. I started this mumble out as a thank you to my sister who came and stayed with him on Friday. Whoops. Thanks, Anners!!



8. Wee One is sitting on a large couch pillow on the floor. He's watching T.O. and 11 year old play the Wii. And he actually looks interested. Sad. All the boys are growing up. They won't be needing me anymore. At least I'll have blogging. And my camera. They can't escape the camera.



9. Hubs has to work today. Did I mention that? Yes? Okay. But did I mention that I think he's excited about it? Or at least about the fact that he doesn't have to go to the cemetery with us? He's not a big fan of Memorial Day. Not what it stands for, but the cemetery part. So we go for him.



10. I was the featured follower on Momedy on Friday. If you don't already read her, you need to. I think she's sweet and hilarious and she writes these poems to her family and friends that are fabulous. K, are they poems or should I give them a more proper name? Are they a specific type of poem? I don't want to dismiss the technical side of your writing. It's too fabulous. :)

Happy Memorial Day!