Boy Oh Boy

According to his girlfriends, son is one of the most handsome boys at school (according to this mom, too). At age 13 he stands 5'10". He's got curly brown hair and an almost perfect smile. Let me correct that. He HAD an almost perfect smile -- until he fell in the basement, right onto his face.

It was pretty darned scary for this mom. I was cooking dinner when I heard him running up the stairs. He had his hands over his nose and mouth screaming, "Help me, Mom. Help Me!" And there he was with blood flowing everywhere. It wasn't pretty.

After an emergency trip to the dentist, he and I both feel better. There was no major damage (fracture), but one of his front teeth moved a lot.
The dentist assured us that he will certainly have a handsome smile again, after a visit to the orthodontist! Yep. My boy with the perfect teeth now needs braces. We have a return visit to the dentist scheduled in two weeks. After that I imagine there will be many trips to the orthodontist.

Boy oh boy.

So Busy

It's been sooooo busy the past couple of weeks. Good busy. Just-what-I-needed busy. The kids-have-been-on-vacation busy. Beautiful-weather busy. Hope you're all good busy, too!

I've Been Thinking

What's the deal with the "pregnant man?" He may think he's a man. But, in my opinion, if you have ovaries and a uterus and can carry a baby to term, you are a woman, no matter how much facial hair you have. I don't understand all the fuss about a woman having a baby. I do wish this family well. But, it's not real news and won't be until a real man, with a penis and testicles, becomes pregnant. Now that would be interesting.

I am "the nicest mom in the neighborhood," according to daughter. "What about the whole wide world?" "I wouldn't go that far."

Why do girls have "sleep overs" and boys "spend the night?"

Why does husband's snoring drive me crazy but when he's away I miss it?

I drink my coffee with cream and sugar. I drink my tea with milk and sugar. I need a cup right now. How about you?

Why, when I publish this post, can I not separate the two paragraphs above, no matter how many times I've tried?

I can't seem to separate three now. This is getting ridiculous!

What's Up?

Took daughter to Riverdance over the weekend. She absolutely loved it. She's been dancing/jumping around the house ever since. Her observation at the start of the show -- "It looks like Irish tap dancing." Then, after some actual tap dancing, "The American men look masculine. The Irish men look feminine." I don't know what else to say. Except that we had a great time!

My taxes are still not done. April 15th sure seems early this year.

I found another "girly" photo in my son's room. I am not a snoop. Never have been. Never will be. Maybe I should rethink that?

I have eaten Easter candy every day since Easter. I am "on a diet." Am I on a diet?

There's a spider living in the new nightlight in the bathroom. I keep meaning to take a photo of it, but the one time I actually went to get the camera, the spider was gone. I looked around for him because it had only been a moment. He was nowhere to be found. Later that day, he was back. Where does he go on his outings? Why has nobody else noticed him? Why don't I kill the ugly thing? I don't have the answers, but I've decided to let him live there as long as he likes (and as long as he stays out of my bedroom).

My daughter has a "boyfriend." She's nine years old and in the fourth grade. "You seem kind of young for a boyfriend. No kissing, okay?" With a grin, "Mom, we don't even talk." Ahhh, to be in the fourth grade.