Tuesday, August 09, 2016

Month 57 - Recap

My sweet boy,
We went with Daddy to Men's Wearhouse to picked up his tux for a banquet that he and I went to recently. He walked out of the dressing room and Natalie immediately fell all over herself saying how handsome he looked (which he did - hubba hubba). But you, our dear sweet boy, you certainly have your own unique way of complimenting a be-tuxed man. You took one look at him and said "Daddy! You look like a fancy waitress!" We're so calling you 'a fancy waitress' at your prom. Or your wedding. Or whatever event where you look like James Bond.

You and Natalie have started playing in her room after you two get up in the morning. I can hear you two talking in the bathroom about the weird dreams you two have had and you talking about how "cwaaaazy" it was that Patches (your stuffed dog) was on the floor when you woke up, and Natalie sensibly explaining how when you move around while you sleep things can fall off your bed and onto the floor. Then I hear footsteps, Natalie's door close, and two muffled voices talking about who-knows-what. Sometimes it lasts for a few minutes, sometimes it lasts an hour. However long, I try to soak up that closed door and those sweet muffled voices because there must be some fun SmithKid stuff going on. Nobody's fussing or whining or arguing or pouting. There's only imagining, cooperating, giggling, and a whole heckuva lot of jumping on the bed. My morning coffee tastes the best when the background music is giggling and when the potential is high for Natalie's bed springs to explode.

You had an unfortunate encounter with a dog this month - as if you needed any more reasons to dislike dogs. We were walking up to the door to Panera Bread when a dog, on a leash and (presumably) asleep at its owners feet at one of the outside tables, lifted her head, saw you, didn't like what she saw, and reacted. It could have been your ninja shirt you were wearing (the one with the not-really-scary-but-not-totally-friendly pair of eyes on the front) or it could have been that this dog was a rescue dog and had been previously mistreated by a little boy. Who the heck knows; it doesn't matter. All I know is that one second the dog looked asleep and the next second the dog was up, barking, lunging at your side, and her tooth was caught in your shirt. Thank goodness your shirt was slightly too big or that morning would have gone much differently. Before I could do anything, the dog's owner shot out of her chair and restrained the dog. The owner was (understandably) horrified, you were (understandably) hysterical, and Natalie was (understandably) paralyzed with fear. I felt horrible. I held you for about 10 minutes while I talked to the dog's owner (who kept glaring at the dog, who kept her head buried under the table legs). I tried my best to show grace to the dog's owner, who really was a precious lady. I'm giving her the benefit of the doubt that she wouldn't have taken a little boy mauler to Panera Bread. I'm giving her the benefit of the doubt that she had know clue her dog would react like that. After we were safely within the four walls of Panera Bread eating our muffins, you looked at me and said "I TOLD you I wasn't a pet puh-sun [person], mommy! I'm just a puh-sun puh-sun." I don't blame you, kiddo. I might be a bear puh-sun - namely a Charlie Bear puh-sun, but that's the extent of my animal-loving self.

Hugs and smooches,
Mommy & Daddy

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Headlines for August 9, 2016:
  • Clinton's Lead Over Trump Keeps Getting Bigger
  • Paul Ryan Faces Off With Paul Nehlen as Wisconsin Votes in Primary
  • King Edges Russian Rival as USA Wins Gold, Bronze in 100m Breaststroke
  • Kerri Walsh Jennings, April Ross Make Quick Work of China in Beach Volleyball
  • Gymnast Simone Biles in a League of Her Own
  • Police Investigating Waterslide Death of 10-Year-Old Boy

Monday, August 01, 2016

July 2016 - Recap

My best girl,
July finally came which meant it was time for your bi-yearly dental visit. Which meant it was time for my bi-yearly reminder from your dentist that I'll need to spend a boatload of money for the boatload of orthodontia that your mouth (and Charlie's mouth) requires. You were both cavity-free, so that was pretty great. We celebrated by getting an ice cream cone. HA.

July finally coming also meant that it was time for art camp! You had two weeks of art classes this month, a week of black and white classes and a week of color classes. The classes were held at a local art studio - the kind of place where you bring a bottle of wine and a gaggle of girlfriends and an artist take everyone through the steps of painting a picture. Obviously the kids camp was sans wine but your teacher did a wonderful job of introducing you to the basics of drawing and painting, and walked your class through the steps of drawing and painting several pictures. You learned about shading and perspective, experimented with charcoal and watercolors, and filled your art book full of pictures of balls, jellyfish, and boats. Oh my. And teddy bears, gymnasts, and dresses. Oh my.

I'm your mom so clearly I'm 100% biased, and I know nothing about art so my opinion is essentially 100% worthless, but your I'm super-duper impressed with several of your drawings. My favorite is your charcoal drawing of a boat. Your brother/critic likes to tease you about drawing two boats but clearly brother/critics no nothing about reflections. Cuz, duh.


Keep it up, kid. Momma wants a sweet retirement home when she gets older.

Hugs and smooches,
Mommy & Daddy

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Headlines for August 1, 2016:
  • Cellphone videos sought in deadly balloon crash
  • U.S. Launches Airstrikes on ISIS Stronghold in Libya
  • Expert to Rio Athletes: 'Don't Put Your Head Under Water'
  • Mike Pence Rally Interrupted by Protesters, A First for the VP Candidate's Campaign
  • Get ready: The election under 100 days away
  • 'Sharknado' rides marketing wave back to Syfy in latest sequel