A fitting update

There was a boy who loved to play,
He could play outside all the lived longed day.
His most favorite thing was to jump on the trampoline,
And when I expressed concern I was being too mean.

As luck would have it my youngest ran in the door with a hand on his eye,
He said he got hurt but was too busy playing to cry.
A little while later my boy who is so tough,
Was on the floor screaming in a huff and a puff.

So I loaded all three kids into the car,
and headed to our friendly, neighborhood E.R.
Of course these things happen when dad's out of town,
It can never be a convenient time when these events go down.

After more screaming and eye-staining it was revealed,
that my poor boy's eye was torn and it would be a few days until it healed.
He hid in dark rooms and wore a pirate patch all the next day,
He was so sad to tell his friends that he could not play.

My boy has quickly bounced back and although he looks rough,
He'll be back to playing and jumping with friends soon enough.

it's beginning

The house is beginning to look a lot like Christmas.

A Boy's Life

Being a mom to a boy, and even more, two boys, I've just completely given up on some aspects of life.

My half-bath sink is now, and forever will be, simply a vessel that holds water and whatever object might float in it. We've had aluminum foil boat challenges, tinker toy boats and most recently, the battleship game pieces were put to their test in this little sink.

Anything will become an airplane, seriously, anything. This aluminum foil was actually covering a baking dish and while cleaning up the kitchen I found Matthew making it into an airplane. He snagged it quicker than I could get it into the trash. I have found numerous school papers made into airplanes and flown all around the house. On occasion I ask Matthew where the papers went that were in his folder and he points to an airplane lying on the floor somewhere. I've actually signed field trip permission slips that have the markings of paper airplane folds.

Stuffed animals become superheros and then share pop-tarts for breakfast.

While I'm not always good at it, I try to appreciate the creativeness of my boys with their toys and projects around the house because I realize there will be a day when I'm sad that I'm not jabbing Legos into my feet as I walk to tuck in my littlest boy or grumble when waking my oldest because there are toy cars lined up around his room that weren't there when I tucked him in the night before. It's all normal in a boy's life.

The Rug

Last week J and I had a day to ourselves while the kids were at school so we had lunch together and decided to check out a nearby ritzy home entertainment store who had painted all the windows with neon "going out of business" signs and of course everything was "up to 70% off!" What could be better than some ritzy home entertainment items at 70% off?!

This was, without question, the funniest day of my week last week. We walked around the store and saw pool tables, poker tables, shuffleboard tables, arcade games, home theatre seating and stacks and stacks of oriental rugs. I didn't find one thing 70% off, or even 50% off for that matter.
While walking around I overheard a salesman pitching a $7,000 shuffleboard table as an "investment." I think I may have accidently mumbled something like, Sure, that investment will send my kids to college.

But then, I saw the funniest thing ever to a middle-class, stay-at-home-mom, seriously, ever.
It was a hand tied rug that cost only $37,990.

I had to look twice- Seriously? I called J over and asked him "does that seriously say $38,000 for a RUG?" Why yes, yes it does; we both cracked up laughing.

First, who thinks it's a great idea to lay $38,000 on the floor to walk on?
Second, the person who does think it's a good idea certainly does not have children or pets. And they certainly don't have babies who get their diapers changed on the floor because they are the third child and Mom ditched the changing table after child #1, or children who get the stomach flu and haven't gotten the "hold mouth and run to the bathroom" coordination down, and definitely don't have dogs who eat a bit too much of the bright green grass during their potty break despite being yelled at each and every time.

For that much money we should be able to put all three children on the rug and give them one heck of a magic carpet ride.