The Bird Is The Word~

Lauryn told me she had signed up for a talent show, I read the material and saw parents could join.  I asked lady what she planned on doing?  Dancing, like all the other girls will do.  I started suggesting things nobody else would be doing, so she could stand out.  "No Mom."  How about me and you make a funny skit that makes me bad at everything, and you good?  "No Mom…geez."

I went and fetched a length of yarn and tied it in a circle.  I told lady to let me teach her some yarn tricks, this one is called the "Witch’s Broom"…I acted like I was concentrating so hard, and when it came time to lift the broom…it also lifted my middle finger 😉  See Lady?  Isn’t that a neat trick?

She began to giggle and snort just like my sweet girl.  We decided yarn tricks wouldn’t be good for the talent show either…and when she played the witch’s broom on her father, she made sure to raise her ring finger instead~

I’ve had lots of practice on how to flip the bird in the funniest ways…it’s my silly game I started at work with my work pals and they enjoy playing right back 🙂  Today, my young pal took the cleaning spray and said, "Look pal, you missed a spot."  I looked, and she sprayed a spot using her middle digit and smiling.

I’m getting Jack tested Feb. 1st, and I know they’ll tell me he’s a genius 🙂  I have been practicing his shapes with him.  He has a toy with a cut out lid and the shapes cut in.  I handed him the shape, he kept looking at the lid.  He raised the lid and placed the shapes inside, completely bypassing the fitting~

When he loses a toy under furniture, he’ll crawl up to it and attempt to stick his head with the lost toy.  He must know his arms don’t reach over his big head yet, and if his head won’t fit it’s just not going to work.  He’ll unfit his head and come to me…and say, "Mommy help me."    He’s speaking sentences now in a voice I knew would be so sweet.  When he notices he has launched a toy under the futniture, he’ll say, "Where did it go?"  And those adult gestures I keep telling you about goes right with the sentence.

I told him about the potty and what it’s used for.  I explained to him that he would be a big boy and use the potty as well.  He sincerely pondered what I was saying, his expression unforgetable and he said, "Um.  No."  When he hears no, and it hurts his feelings…he’ll come find me with such a sad little face.  I’ll scoop him up and give him such love, with his head on my shoulder and those little arms around me.  Both of my children’s hugs make my heart beat stronger.

We still have the dog.  Taps wouldn’t take her because when we first got her she bit a one legged jogger and he turned her in.  They made that information a part of the chip in her head and when Taps ran it, that info came back.  She has since bit a neighbor who’s pit bull came rushing into our yard.  He didn’t say anything until months later because I had just yelled at him about his pit bull rushing our yard.  Then my meat man came knocking, and the dog went to nip but I saved him.  I lied to my husband and said she bit him just like she bit the black man at Lauryn’s school and I had to talk him out of pressing charges.  I guess that dog will have to mar the neighbor kid before my husband will put her away and we fight about the dog just as much as ever.

I really think I’m over my heartbreak 🙂  All of my work pals say not possible and when I explain it doesn’t hurt anymore, they say doesn’t matter.  They say I’ll be going along just fine about my business one day and will be heartbroken all over again over something like a song.  Boys are the ones that broke their hearts, mine was by my mom.  It might  not have been the ending I had in mind…but it still was…an ending.  All the times I heard her say I needed to get on with my life and let the past go….and She was really the one that can’t get over the past.  Inspite of her saying a day with me would be unbearable…I was still such a classy lady…making it so obvious she was projecting her own circumstance unto me.  I still won, and I don’t hurt anymore…and…me believing I’ll not be haunted by her slight makes it my reality.  I think I took my heartbreak awesome and consider myself lucky I almost made it to 40 without that happening :))

What a long entry, I’ll end it with a funny thought I just had.  Had my mother agreed to meet my son and see my life…I think I’d show her that witch’s broom :))