I was recently spring cleaning the kitchen. (Yes...I know it's a bit early, but I'm really ready for spring.) We collect old bottles...several small ones from the windowsill were down within AJ's reach.
I heard an interesting tune coming from my dining room. I see that AJ's got a bottle in each hand, blowing a beat. I told him it sounded pretty good. He pointed to the top of my cupboards where there are probably well over 100 old bottles. "Mommy, please down ALL instruments."
All?
He talked me into climbing up there to get couple more big ones for low tones.
Monday, February 11, 2008
Tuesday, January 29, 2008
There was a two hour school delay....
I explained to AJ that there was a delay and that he was coming to the office to help me work 'cause Jody (co-worker) and I have a lot to do (we had both set aside the entire day to do file review on 138 files). Keep in mind that AJ absolutely ADORES Jody and her big blue eyes. He always makes a bee-line straight to her office to see if she's there...which works for me 'cause when I need to bring him to the office she watches him for me while I do what I need to do...
Anyway...
I explain to him that Jody and I need him to help pull, stack and carry files. (And he really was a good helper!) He asked me, "AJ work?"
I told him, that he was going to have a job at the office and do some work.
"AJ money?"
WHAT???
I asked if he thought he should get paid money to do the work.
"Yes."
I asked how much.
"Ten dollars."
(The offer was very firm, no room for negotiating.)
I asked him what he was going to do with the money.
"Give Jody."
She was delighted with the arrangement.
I was not.
I explained to AJ that there was a delay and that he was coming to the office to help me work 'cause Jody (co-worker) and I have a lot to do (we had both set aside the entire day to do file review on 138 files). Keep in mind that AJ absolutely ADORES Jody and her big blue eyes. He always makes a bee-line straight to her office to see if she's there...which works for me 'cause when I need to bring him to the office she watches him for me while I do what I need to do...
Anyway...
I explain to him that Jody and I need him to help pull, stack and carry files. (And he really was a good helper!) He asked me, "AJ work?"
I told him, that he was going to have a job at the office and do some work.
"AJ money?"
WHAT???
I asked if he thought he should get paid money to do the work.
"Yes."
I asked how much.
"Ten dollars."
(The offer was very firm, no room for negotiating.)
I asked him what he was going to do with the money.
"Give Jody."
She was delighted with the arrangement.
I was not.
Friday, January 25, 2008
Dirty Stick
AJ came out of the shower yesterday morning and asked me for a "Dirty Stick".
Maybe I didn't hear him correctly, "A what?"
"Dirty Stick."
I'm clueless and need another hint. "What do you do with a Dirty Stick?"
"Clean the ears. Dirty."
Oh....
Maybe I didn't hear him correctly, "A what?"
"Dirty Stick."
I'm clueless and need another hint. "What do you do with a Dirty Stick?"
"Clean the ears. Dirty."
Oh....
Tuesday, December 18, 2007
Monday, December 10, 2007
Big Foot
School was closed today due to an ice storm. After things melted off a bit, I decided to drag AJ out to do some Christmas shopping for his cousins and teachers. (Okay. I admit it, there was a bit of a bribe involving lunch at his favorite restaurant, Mongolian Buffet.)
I kept getting after him for walking slow (-er than usual) and, well...weird. After about the tenth time I said something to him it occurred to me to check his shoes. They certainly did seem a little tight...could account for how he was walking. We popped into the nearest shoe store to get measured. He limped in wearing a size three. He skipped out wearing a size 4 1/2.
There are lots of up-sides to having a kid that never complains about anything, but this isn't one of them.
Yeah...as a matter of fact I do feel like a real jerk.
I kept getting after him for walking slow (-er than usual) and, well...weird. After about the tenth time I said something to him it occurred to me to check his shoes. They certainly did seem a little tight...could account for how he was walking. We popped into the nearest shoe store to get measured. He limped in wearing a size three. He skipped out wearing a size 4 1/2.
There are lots of up-sides to having a kid that never complains about anything, but this isn't one of them.
Yeah...as a matter of fact I do feel like a real jerk.
Sunday, November 25, 2007
Ho, Ho....Uh-Oh
AJ, in his spontaneous way, can sometimes unknowingly make things seem a bit better...
We decorated the house for Christmas today. Began with him helping me put up the tree...putting all the branches in the wrong places so it looked like a sculpted shrub until I got everything where it belonged. Then, I got lots of 'help' putting on the lights, which amounted to untangling the stuff I had already untangled but he was trying to put on the tree while I was putting on the other end. Finished that and repeated the process with his continued 'help' with the garland. Hoping to distract him, I brought in the 20 gallon plastic container of decorations. I immediately recognized this as a mistake as the tub was excitedly and promptly dumped upside down so he could look at everything that was in there all at once. While trying to decorate the tree, he decided he was hungry, so the decorating process was interrupted to make some pizza. While he was busy eating in front of a Christmas movie, I proceeded to decorate the tree as quickly as possible to avoid more 'help'. He announced that he needed more juice. In an effort to promote independence (and because I was still trying to untangle the garland he had assisted with), I asked him to get it himself. He happily dashed to the kitchen, pulled out the gallon pitcher of lime-aid and immediately dropped onto the floor. This catastrophe necessitated having to wash the sticky mess off the floor, including pulling out the refrigerator to get at the lime-aid that had made it's way under there. All the towels it took to mop up the mess made for yet another load of laundry. There was just enough juice left in the bottom of the pitcher to fill him a cup to drink. We went back to the living room to continue decorating. I kept working on the tree. He busily pushed every button on every singing, noise-making Christmas toy bombarding me with Santas, snowmen and a host of other winter characters belting out a variety of Christmas carols. Either he lost interest in that or all of the batteries in all of those toys died (I haven't checked yet...might not until New Year's). Suddenly it was quiet...for a few seconds. He turned on the Christmas piano, setting forth another barrage of Christmas melodies to which he made up his own words: "Christmas...Mom is nuts. Lights. Crazy mom. Decorations. Thank you, Mommy...Christmas tree. Happy. Merry Christmas. Thank you Mom."
Okay. I'm a sucker...I'll decorate with him again next year.
We decorated the house for Christmas today. Began with him helping me put up the tree...putting all the branches in the wrong places so it looked like a sculpted shrub until I got everything where it belonged. Then, I got lots of 'help' putting on the lights, which amounted to untangling the stuff I had already untangled but he was trying to put on the tree while I was putting on the other end. Finished that and repeated the process with his continued 'help' with the garland. Hoping to distract him, I brought in the 20 gallon plastic container of decorations. I immediately recognized this as a mistake as the tub was excitedly and promptly dumped upside down so he could look at everything that was in there all at once. While trying to decorate the tree, he decided he was hungry, so the decorating process was interrupted to make some pizza. While he was busy eating in front of a Christmas movie, I proceeded to decorate the tree as quickly as possible to avoid more 'help'. He announced that he needed more juice. In an effort to promote independence (and because I was still trying to untangle the garland he had assisted with), I asked him to get it himself. He happily dashed to the kitchen, pulled out the gallon pitcher of lime-aid and immediately dropped onto the floor. This catastrophe necessitated having to wash the sticky mess off the floor, including pulling out the refrigerator to get at the lime-aid that had made it's way under there. All the towels it took to mop up the mess made for yet another load of laundry. There was just enough juice left in the bottom of the pitcher to fill him a cup to drink. We went back to the living room to continue decorating. I kept working on the tree. He busily pushed every button on every singing, noise-making Christmas toy bombarding me with Santas, snowmen and a host of other winter characters belting out a variety of Christmas carols. Either he lost interest in that or all of the batteries in all of those toys died (I haven't checked yet...might not until New Year's). Suddenly it was quiet...for a few seconds. He turned on the Christmas piano, setting forth another barrage of Christmas melodies to which he made up his own words: "Christmas...Mom is nuts. Lights. Crazy mom. Decorations. Thank you, Mommy...Christmas tree. Happy. Merry Christmas. Thank you Mom."
Okay. I'm a sucker...I'll decorate with him again next year.
Sunday, October 21, 2007
Abra Cadabra
I was a bit early picking AJ up from school. As I walked in, his aide spotted me from the office and pointed me toward his classroom. The door to the classroom was ajar. AJ's back was turned and so was his teacher's. The kids were busy readying the classroom for the weekend, stacking chairs and the like, and no one really took notice of me. I quickly crossed the room and sat in a chair in the corner, fairly out of sight.
I chuckled as his teacher, who was obviously glad it was Friday, displayed extreme self control trying to get the kids (who were also obviously glad it was Friday), to finish their assigned tasks.
AJ pushed stacked chairs in the opposite direction of which they should go. Not that he didn't understand...he understood perfectly well that he was clowning and had the attention of the boy giggling next to him. That finished, his teacher directed him to finish putting away the clean dishes on the sink. He started toward the sink, she turned away and he began happily fiddling with the pencil sharpener. After a bit, she turned back his way and he scurried toward the sink.
Coming my way with a couple of clean dishes to be put away, he finally spotted me in the corner. I told him, "I saw you goofing around with that pencil sharpener instead of doing your job."
He looked stunned and said with awe, "You're magic!"
I chuckled as his teacher, who was obviously glad it was Friday, displayed extreme self control trying to get the kids (who were also obviously glad it was Friday), to finish their assigned tasks.
AJ pushed stacked chairs in the opposite direction of which they should go. Not that he didn't understand...he understood perfectly well that he was clowning and had the attention of the boy giggling next to him. That finished, his teacher directed him to finish putting away the clean dishes on the sink. He started toward the sink, she turned away and he began happily fiddling with the pencil sharpener. After a bit, she turned back his way and he scurried toward the sink.
Coming my way with a couple of clean dishes to be put away, he finally spotted me in the corner. I told him, "I saw you goofing around with that pencil sharpener instead of doing your job."
He looked stunned and said with awe, "You're magic!"
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