Harrison: “Mom, see that water coming out of my eyes?”
Me: “Tears? What are they from?”
(There were no real tears – he had just been laying down and his eyes were watering a little bit)
Harrison: “It’s ’cause I missed you.
A new category has been added to this blog – this post now falls under “communication” AS WELL AS “manipulation”
I picked up H from school after a rough day (he didn’t sleep well the night before and he was exhausted. He just wanted to “eat dinner and watch Shrek” – which frankly sounded fantastic, however, early that day I had banned TV for the entire day (I have no idea what I was thinking – that only punishes the parents!) because he wasn’t listening. After reminding him of the current state of TV-watching privileges, or rather – lack there of, I offered some other ways that we could spend the 20 minutes before dinner, “we could go on a walk, we could climb your tree, we could play cars…?”
Harrison: “No, mom – I watch TV. Those are the options.”
Listening: The Sandwitches
Harrison: “I’m not too big. I’m not too small. I’m perfectly sized.”
Listening: Ben Kweller
Harrison: “Mom, I love you more than posipcals.”
So, first – he is trying to say popsicles – it’s the one word that trips him up that we can’t bring ourselves to correct, because it’s too darn cute. Yes, we are aware of what horrible parenting that is.
Second – seriously that statement was out of nowhere. While we were eating breakfast. He melted my heart into a pile of goo under the kitchen table. It’s the cutest thing he has ever said. And really, let’s be honest, it may be the cutest thing that any human has ever said to another.
Listening: Those Darlins
For a while now, work has been piling on – WHICH IS FANTASTIC – however, add that to a 4-5 days of derby practice (at 2+ hours each) and there isn’t a lot of time for Marc and me to remember life outside of our responsibilities. But, a week or so ago we had dinner at Freddie’s with a couple other moms from H’s school and the kids.
Burgers, beers, playground = awesome.
Listening: Jared Mees & The Grown Children
Yes, we also work. A lot.
Here are a couple photos from our bout on Sunday and see all of them here. I’m not a big hitter and I’m not a jammer anymore so, there aren’t that many photos of me, but, I’m still playing which given the state of my knee is pretty much a miracle. I played a lot of pivot which means I’m supposed to control the pack and be a kind of leader. Roller derby continues to be one of the most challenging activities I have ever been involved in and it certainly provides an escape from life’s stresses.
Listening: Pink Mountaintops
Happiness is getting to play with a four year-old girl named Sam.
Listening: Black Mountain (not really, but, I don’t know what we’re listening to and Marc is downstairs)
