Oh no he didn't!

Oh dear, God, it's happened.  You know it might someday but nothing ever prepares you for it, even when all the signs are there like flashing neon signs pointing the way to a bathroom in Vegas.  (Oh okay, I've never been to Vegas, but that's what I imagine.)  And all you can do at this point is hold him up in hope.

Well, okay, I could have screamend and yelled and told him in no uncertain terms that he's too damned young to be asking girls out on dates.  Or I could have done that sans the screaming and yelling.  Or I could have not given him advice on how to talk to her or what to do on said date.  But that really would just tick him off and remove any influence I might have over keeping it simple and innocent.  Which when I play confidant mommy as opposed to helicopter mommy , is considerable.

Yes, you are reading that right.  My cute little imp who once chased pigeons on the playground yelling "Come back, cickens!"  has a date.  As in a DATE.  With a girl.  And she isn't even his favorite babysitter, or the cute music teacher, or, or....just another 7th grader who likes manga too.

Pleh. I'm too young for this crap.

There is rarely evidence of magic.

I said that to Barb recently. Quite recently actually. I was teasing her about not being able to get the light right to photograph her magical giant tomato...the one she dreamed about last night. Yeah. I really need to learn to shut up.

Maybe you remember my kid got ripped off by a magical creature a few years ago. We've been waiting for that guido to cough up the goods for quite some time now. This morning my kids met me at church (it's their weekend with their dad) and someone was a twitter with the newest spring blossom. We had a few hours together while their dad was in class and I tried with all my might to capture photographic evidence.



































Apparently this getting the light right thing is a bigger problem than I anticipated.

At any rate, the news as of today is that this look...

is officially on limited supply. We'll miss it, but we're pretty excited too.

Rules to live by...

As parents we find ourselves making up rules all the time on the fly. At least I do. And apparently my friend Lisa does too. Check her out, because she's cool.

Rules from the Meanest Mommy

Iowa Rocks

Seriously.

24 hours deep

It's really not that bad. Hahaha. Okay I've cried once, but it was more getting teary eyed. I've gotten extremely tense a few times, but honestly, I talked myself through it. It is kind of amazing that something I have struggled with for more than half my lifetime is a simple matter of saying..."Okay, I expected to feel this, I can get through it." And just going through it. Where might I have been if I had mastered this skill at say, 21?

Ah well. I'm here now, that' s what matters.

On another note, the if the intensity about wanting a dog was NOT at a fevered pitch a week ago...boy howdy it is now. We watched "Marley and Me" and my boys are now officially insane about it. And I'm about three steps behind them. We are ready for puppy love.