february 10 on 10 {cheater style}

Last month I totally missed it.  So I wrote it on the calendar for this month, reminded myself as I crawled into bed the night before.  "10 on 10 tomorrow...10 on 10 tomorrow..."  And then I forgot my camera when we left the house in the morning.  And after running around town for a couple of hours sans camera, I got a call from school telling me to please come and pick up my sick kiddo.  So instead of 10 pictures taken on the 10th, you get 10 snapshots from the past three weeks, since I also can't seem to remember to blog regularly any more...

1/23 - another doughnut date!  This kid has had a lot of days off from school recently (and another one next week).

1/26 - happy birthday, Kiddo!  (I'm still trying to figure out how to take a good candle-blowing pic).

2/2 - For Baby Girl's nursery.  Happy happy happy.

2/2 - making valentines (copied from here).

(I love that tongue that appears whenever he's working on something)

2/2 - copying hymns out of the hymnal and teaching himself how to play. 

2/4 - first-ever "friends" birthday party.  I will admit to being a little nervous about the social aspect of things, but he was a kind and gracious host.

(and yes, there were boys at the party, too, although you wouldn't know it from most of the pictures)

2/5 - our house (or at least the living room) is being taken over by LEGOs.

2/6 - the "story kit" Kiddo made for my birthday.  Only he couldn't wait until my actual birthday (yesterday - happy birthday to me!), so I got it several days early.  Since then, he's added a few "expansions" with extra scenes, characters and props.

2/9 - LEGOs again.  The ducks have come to town.

I already shared this on Facebook, but couldn't resist documenting it here, too (paraphrase of a conversation between Kiddo and Mom Mom while playing with LEGOs):

Kiddo: The mean ducks are coming to your house and they're going to take all of your stuff!
Mom Mom: They can't get me, I have a great big wall.
Kiddo: The mean ducks knocked down your wall!
Mom Mom: But I have mean duck repellant sprayed on my house.
Kiddo: The mean ducks dug a tunnel under your house and came up through the floor!
[and on and on as Mom Mom tries to keep the mean ducks at bay and Kiddo thwarts her defenses]
Mom Mom: Well then, I'm going to send Jesus to the mean ducks.
[long pause]
Kiddo: What would that do?
Mom Mom: Well, Jesus could change their hearts and then they would be nice ducks.
[longer pause] 
Kiddo: Yeah, that should work.

2/10 - the one picture I actually took on the 10th - sick Kiddo crashed on the couch (he was much better the next morning).

And now I'm off to go write it on the calendar for next month...

bump {22 weeks}

almost 8 {and a date}

Kiddo and I celebrated Martin Luther King Jr. Day by going on a date.

First stop:  Dunkin Donuts.  Strawberry frosted with sprinkles for him.  Plain old glazed for me (but it's my favorite).

Second stop:  thrift store.  His choice.  And where he excitedly spent some of his savings on a giant duck.

I have an aversion to buying stuffed animals at thrift stores, but when you have a son who collects ducks and is absolutely tickled when he finds one so huge and soft and fluffy and irresistible, and for the bargain price of $3.50 instead of $27.99 (or whatever), you are willing to make a few concessions.  Or, at least, I am. 

We also spent $7 (of Mommy's money) on a stack of books that should keep him busy for a while.

Actually, at the moment, they are keeping me busy instead, as half of them are favorites of mine that I haven't read in more than 20 years, and I've been having fun getting reacquainted.

Final stop:  Staples.  Also his choice.  Really.

 

And then we were home, where Kiddo built a giant blanket fort in the middle of the living room and busily organized important papers (like grammar worksheets and old spelling homework) with his new office supplies.

And, speaking of this child of mine, he turns 8 next week.  EIGHT YEARS OLD.  How can this be?  

It has been so fun to watch him grow and learn, to see glimpses of the little boy of the past, the bigger boy of the present, and the you're-growing-too-fast-please-slow-down-but-wow-I-like-who-you-are-becoming-grown-up boy of the future.  

This morning on the way to school we were planning his birthday party (I'm starting a little late.  Oops).  In the past, we have always had small informal family parties here at home, with grandparents and occasionally a few cousins.  But this year he wanted a party with friends.  I asked him who he would invite.  He listed some kids from church and two or three kids that he plays with regularly at school.  "And I want to invite [boy from school]" he says, "because some days he doesn't like me and I want to see if I can be better friends with him."  

I am one proud mama.  Friendship comes so effortlessly for most kids, and he has to struggle and work hard every day to feel included and to figure out the complex social ebb and flow of his classmates.  And yet, because of that, he is willing to go the extra mile to make a friend.  Where I would be happy to ignore the boy-who-doesn't-like-me, he is willing to reach out and risk himself to make a relationship better.  Sure, I'm scared of him being hurt if it doesn't work out, but I am so stinkin' proud of him for having the courage to try. 

He may have trouble making friends, but at 7 almost 8 years old, he sure knows a lot already about how to be one.

potatoes and googly eyes

The fun thing about having kids is that, when you see something cute and crafty on Pinterest, you can make plans to have a "Mommy and me" craft session.

And then, when your child wants nothing to do with your best-laid plans, you can sit down and do it yourself (and snack on mint Oreos).

And you don't have to feel silly, even when you get distracted and spell something wrong, because everyone will assume that you had help.

And your friends will all think you are super-creative and a wonderful mom, when really, you just wanted to copy ideas off the internet and play with potato stamps and googly eyes.

the stable's getting crowded...

10 (+1) on 10

Jess talked me into it.  Ten pictures on the 10th of the month.  Except I couldn't help but add one more.

8:37 a.m.  Making a list.

9:16 a.m.  On the move.

9:47 a.m.  Plinking Christmas carols.

11:10 a.m.  Christmas musical rehearsal at church.

12:19 p.m.  Oops.

2:00 p.m.  Schmaltzy movie.  Advent calendar.  Rubber ducky nativity.  Fisher-Price nativity.

2:39 p.m.  Mommy-and-me craft that ended up being a just-Mommy craft.

3:00 p.m.  Making videos, trying to be quiet while a sick Daddy snoozes.

5:49 p.m.  Convinced feeling-slightly-better Daddy to play the game he invented earlier in the afternoon.

8:36 p.m.  Bedtime story.

And the extra pic that I couldn't stop looking at all day - our little GIRL's foot and profile.

teamwork

Hubby added a new board game to his collection this week (he has over 200 at last count).  He and Kiddo have been busy teaming up to fight fires and rescue helpless victims before the inferno rages out of control.

They're getting pretty good at it (although you wouldn't know it from this picture - the fire has just about engulfed the building, and I think they did end up losing this one).

Amusingly (but not surprising), Kiddo is far more concerned about rescuing the pet kitty than he is the people.