Mini-golf
excitement? [check]
location? [check]
lunch [check]
form? [eh... with some encouragement, check]
hole in one? [yep, two]
The kid shows ZERO interest in riding a bike but he'll kick all y'all's asses in mini-golf.
Co-dependent
"Mom?"
"What?" He finds me in the kitchen.
(30 seconds elapse)
"Mom?"
"What?" He finds me in the bathroom.
(30 seconds elapse)
"Mom?"
"What?" He finds me in the living room.
(60 seconds elapse)
"Mom?"
"What?" He finds me in the office.
(45 seconds elapse)
"Mom?"
"For the love of God, child. What!!!?" He found me in the same room he was in.
Gold Digger
Preface: Sebastian hasn't mastered the art of blowing his nose. He blows but the air comes through his mouth and not the preferred orifice. He's also at the age where boogers have become a source of fascination and obsession: picking, examining, wiping and (ARGH) eating.
Last night I told him a story about Magic. Not any run of the mill magic, mind you, but a special kind of nose magic. I told him that boogers carry a special kind of power, boogers generate good dreams. The catch is that if they're picked out with a finger, they lose all their magic. However, if removed with a tissue, the magic stays in the nose.
Tonight:
Sebastian: "Mom, I have boogers."
Me: "Don't pick them out with your finger, they'll lose their magic."
Sebastian: "The good dream magic?" (Hooray for the steel trap mind!)
Me: "Yes."
Sebastian: "Get a tissue, I need the boogers out."
I get a tissue and twirl up the corner and twist it into his nostril trying to get the offending boogers out.
Sebastian: "Mom?"
Me: "Yeah."
Sebastian: "Are you digging for gold?"
My little metro
I'm raising a little metrosexual.
- If I pull out a shirt at a clothing store, he gives his opinion: "No, not that one... the purple one! That's a girl color."
- When we're getting dressed in the morning, he'll look at my clothes and pull out a pair of shoes for me - sometimes a good pick, sometimes they leave a little something to be desired (No, honey, the 4" heels don't do it for me, I'm wearing a tank top and shorts today).
- If we're in the decorating section in Ikea he'll look at a vase and tell me we need that vase, "It's a good one."
- Sometimes he wants "pineapple" hair (spiky), sometimes a "shark mohawk" and sometimes he must have it flat.
- He insists on brushing his teeth (not a bad thing at all).
- He likes slathering on chapstick (but not girl chapstick!)
Now, he's coming to me, shows me clothes that he's picked out and says, "does this match?".
On the upside, he's picking out his own clothes and getting (mostly) dressed by himself! Whoo Hoo!
Behold, the midget closet. Everything is within reach of a 41" child.
Sit Straight
Kid can't sit straight in a chair, just like me. Another genetic defect showing it's face.
Bacation
Tonight I asked Sebastian if he wanted to go on a vacation. He said yes, of course. I asked him where he wanted to go - if he could go *anywhere* - what his ideal vacation would be.
Sebastian: "I want to go to the pet store, then the toy store, then the park."
Mom: "but if you could go anywhere you wanted? The mountains, the desert, the jungle... Do you want to go on the big boat and the fast boat at Lake Powell again?"
Sebastian: "mmmm, I like the big boat and the fast boat. Are there sharks in the lake?
Mom: "No"
Sebastian: "Crabs?"
Mom: "No, but there are fish."
Sebastian: "(pause) I think I want to go the ocean. Okay? Is that a good idea? I want to go on an airplane to the ocean."
Mom: "That's a good idea. I'll have to see how much money it's going to cost and if I have enough for us to go."
Sebastian: "Mom, I have money! I have money in my piggy bank, let's use that to go on bacation!"
Mom: "Honey, that's really sweet but you need to save that money, it's yours."
Sebastian: "But we could use this many (holds up 5 fingers and nods emphatically), that's okay. Okay? Let's use my money and go on bacation."
How cute does this get? He only has a basic understanding of money (what it is, what you buy with it and how you should save it) and he's willing to use his money for us to go on "bacation". Makes my heart melt.
The White Trash Waterpark
Sebastian and I made a jaunt down to the local outdoor mall, called The Gateway, this past weekend. We took the train and given the volume of construction downtown was totally worth the $3 fare.
In the center of the mall there is a fountain built to commemorate the 2002 Olympics. On any given summer weekend you can find entire families camped at the fountain, picnic baskets, towels, they're definitely making an afternoon of it.
I'm going to pass judgment here and despite the fact that while the fountain is, indeed, free, making an afternoon of loitering at the local mall solely for the purpose of getting wet with the wee ones is akin to throwing a couch on the porch.
Yep, my kid ran through the fountain and he did get soaking wet but I justify his lack of "white trash" behavior by saying that at least we were passing through the mall and I had purchased clothing from ye ole Navy instead of making the fountain a destination (and it's a good thing I made a selfish purchase for myself, Sebastian wound up wearing my new shirt on the train as his was completely soaked).
Note to Self
When getting ice cream, make sure that the flavor your kid picks is one that you like. You're going to wind up eating it after you "share".
It starts out innocent enough...
"nee ner, nee ner, neeee ner." Kiss my cone buh-bye.
"How you like me now, Mom?"
