I miss my middle turkey. He took a trip with his Papa to deliver some fiberglass animals to Florida. He was supposed to be home tonight. Instead he is stuck in Texas due to a major break-down. Now he won’t be home ‘til Saturday or Sunday. I think I may have a full emotional break-down by then.
"YOU ARE NEVER GOING ANYWHERE AGAIN, YOUNG MAN, YOU HEAR ME?"
"No sleepovers. No Summer camp. No college. No leaving. Ever. Period." --- Or at least until the next time I really need a break from the tromping, the yelling, and the noise, Noise, NOISE, NOISE!
Wow, I sound like just like The Grinch. I must really need to hug that boy.
He makes my heart grow three sizes a day.
Talking to him on the phone is not enough. His voice sounds older just in the time he’s been gone (a week ago Monday) and it sounds much, much too far away. The funniest part of this whole thing is that my dad says Latham has been ‘perfect’ the whole time. No way. My son? I think he accidentally left T-boy at the first rest-stop and he was replaced by some robot-kid.
"I WANT MY BABY BACK!!!"
Well, the post must go on. It really was supposed to be about more than my 'mommy missy moments'. It is still about T-boy because he is on my mind the most. But I promise it’ll be a little less boo-hoo-y/sappy/soupy/drippy/mopey/whiney than that first bit.
That's okay, no thanks needed. I try not to drag you down.
Not so cute. Kinda gruesome.Such is the life of the weak in the presence of the violence (read: exuberance) of my little hoodlum.
Still kinda macabre. But heads or no heads they kept him busy for a good long spell. After all, heads are highly overrated. I know lots of people who never use theirs.
Final Note: In case you were wondering how this qualifies as a Home-schooling post, we called it a lesson in Anatomy, Art, Science and Compassion.
Hey, I take what I can get. The main point is this: distraction accomplished.
Now I think I'll go distract myself from missing my son by making a batch of sompin' gooooood. Cupcakes fix everything. That's all I'm saying.
RHe is the sweetest hoodlum ever.
Well, actually I don’t know that many hoodlums.
Correction: I don't know any other hoodlums.
I guess that makes him the sweetest hoodlum I know, huh?
He worked diligently to re-capitate them-- with tape and “ticky-tack”. These babies had it going on (and off again) there for a while.
It worked out okay.
2.5 seconds later: off they came.
In they came. Awww, so cute, right?"Bring on the animal heads."
Unlike his sister, mere coloring books, notebooks, and stacks of paper don’t do it for him.I hid them away for the right moment; a moment when all other distractions had failed.