Slurping Life

My Busted Butt

Our home has a stairway with two paths...one leads from the front foyer and one from the hub of our kitchen-breakfast-family area. I rarely use the foyer pathway. It is reserved for guests. People who do not work here.

I work here. I work here doing everything no other inhabitant wants to do like plunging a toilet of poop and excessive toilet paper and cleaning the crappy floor which results.

This day I trod along the foyer stairway, laundry basket of neatly folded boy clothes in hand, and as I glance upward, Pluto greets me. Then a voice addresses me.

"Thank you very much for sewing up my busted butt. You are a really nice person, and Mac says you are the world's best mom."

My life is way good...even on days when I think it is not.

Yours is, too, isn't it?

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Generations of Love

 Blessed be the ties that bind generations. 

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my mother holding her first great grandchild

my first grandchild 

the first child of my first child

the first child of my mother's first grandchild

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A seemingly ordinary moment, isn't it?

Really, it is much more...

contentment rooted in generations of love.

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best shot monday

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SOOC Saturday ~ An Aversion to Shoes or We Traumatized Our Son

The first time we put shoes on our son, Mac, he was thirteen months old and a new walker who had never worn shoes.

We took him to a store and proceeded to try on a variety of shoes. We got the first pair of shoes on Mac and stood him upright. He wailed, not cried - wailed, loudly and heart-brokenly which caused everyone in the store to look our way. We meekly smiled and shrugged in confusion.

Hmmm...did we pinch him or something?

We sat him down and removed the shoes. He instantaneously quieted. Oh, maybe the shoes were too tight. On with the next pair and the next and the next...

Every single time the same reaction.

So after the third pair it was a game. Put the shoes on the baby, stand him up, watch him behave as though concrete blocks were attached to his lower limbs and laugh uncontrollably at this behavior. It was funny. He refused to take even the smallest of steps. Just stood there wailing as though glued to the floor.

He has never like shoes. Ever.

Explains why he chose Taekwondo as his sport.

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What image do you have to share this SOOC Saturday [or Sunday]? A story isn't required...this one simply came rushing back when I saw this photo from last week. giggle

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Afterglow

Every day a new picture is painted and framed,

held up for half an hour, in such lights as the Great Artist chooses,

and then withdrawn, and the curtain falls.

And then the sun goes down, and long the afterglow gives light.

~~Henry David Thoreau

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pause, ponder

live kindly

leave an afterglow

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friday light

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Homeschooling, Fast Cars and Women

So that you know I am fine

and that boy-foolishness and family life continues,

here is a glimpse of yesterday's homeschooling day...

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After a rousing study of the historical relationship between Great Britain and Ireland, Mac asks...

Do the Cathoholics and the Protestants still not get along?

I really must start a word list.

We move to math which includes a review of multiplication facts. It's Mac, again...

Why are they called tables? They don't have legs or tops like tables. Why aren't they called multiplication lists? They're just lists of the multiplication facts. It's dumb.

He's on the receiving end of my look. Doesn't matter. He's still talking...

Will all of this math help me be a jabagillionaire with a really fast car? 

Where'd he get that word?

We move on to narration of the day's reading assignments.

Mac has a little problem focusing, so I assist him while Wil dutifully awaits his turn.

Read above as

Wil cracks one-liners at his brother the entire time Mac narrates while I practically sit on him. 

~~Preface to Mac's next statement - I am not going to tell you the title of the book Mac is reading, nor the name of the character to whom he refers. Why?

You might love someone with that name and if I'm anything, it's polite. Thank my mama. ~~

Mid-way through his narration...

If I'd given birth to that child, I'd have given her a better name. Seriously.

I instigate bribery to encourage a more studious atmosphere.

Seriously.

[You don't even know what else transpired.]

However, it has become more complicated and more expensive to bribe them.

They're now talking fast cars and women.

Did you know that male teen hormones will strip a mother of all patience and sanity?

Know it.

Mac again...

Mom, how is all of this knowledge going to help me get a girl?

What am I going to say 'hey, check out the brain'? I don't think so.

Maybe you had to see the flexing and gesturing to truly appreciate that last line. I didn't get a photo.

Sorry.

Then I realize he is sitting there all innocent and adorable - listening - learning.

Oh sure, he's only seven weeks old now, but he'll grow up to be one of them.

For now, isn't he the cutest?

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