So many things to catch up on.
December: Sick Boy Mom, dang nose, and lungs, much empathy for sinus/asthma sufferers everywhere. Missionary number three headed out on the 28th, many hours and dollars of preparation during a very busy month but he LOVES it. Christmas sat in bins and boxes until a near Adorable Hubby meltdown. Presents were simple kinda, #2 wanted to give his brothers a going away XBox 360 and TV, we split the cost and his brothers were thrilled.
Boy Mom and #2 at the Salt Lake City Temple.
January: No snow. More sinus crud, seriously? OK I get it, be nice to sinus sufferers, enough already. Christmas finally put away after a near Adorable Hubby melt down, poor, patient man. Managed to sprout the live Christmas tree which creates a dilemma, I just can't throw a living breathing plant out on the street. Three missionary letters a week and packages for meds, and holidays and birthdays is taking over my life. Broken dryer, broken dishwasher, limping along washer, broken microwave. Where the crap is the snow?? I love snow!
Sprouting a Christmas tree has been a secret goal of mine for years. Makes the saying, "Be sure you want what you wish for", take on new meaning.
And now for your reading pleasure...
A Conversation With #7.
Scene1: Boy Mom and Adorable Hubby's bed for a 5 minute cuddle before bedtime.
Players: Adorable Hubby, Boy Mom, #7, #6, #5, the dog.
Mood: Boy Mom has seriously called for silence, it's half-an-hour past bedtime and the 5 minute cuddle has lasted 20 minutes.
After 4 minutes of silence...
#7: It would be really great to be a balloon...
Boy Mom Adorable Hubby, #5, #6: ??
#7: ...until you POPPED!
Boy Mom: (covering up a laugh) Shhhh
#7: Of course you wouldn't have hands so you couldn't eat.
Boy Mom: Fortunately balloons don't eat much.
#7: Duh! No hands!
#7, #6, #5, Boy Mom: giggle, chuckle, snort.
Adorable Hubby: Alright, everybody into their own bed...chuckle.
Scene 2: Next morning wake up time.
Setting: Boy Mom and Adorable Hubby's bed, #7 has wandered back in at some point in the night.
Mood: Frustrated Boy Mom, #7 complains about school every morning.
Players: Adorable Hubby, Boy Mom, #7, the dog.
#7: I'm not going to school, I'm sick, I have no friends, my teacher hates me, I'm too tired...
Boy Mom: Hey, #7, last night I dreamed I was a big yellow balloon and I was really hungry because I didn't have any hands. But, then you came along and fed me...
Boy Mom: ...With a FORK.
Boy Mom, #7: Giggle, chuckle, snort.
Adorable Hubby: Really? I'm trying to sleep here...chuckle.
#7 is really into balloons lately. I think being able to weight a balloon so that the feet actually maintain proper anatomical alignment is kinda cool. However, it's really creepy to have a green balloon with anatomically correct feet wandering around your house.
Good to be back.