Tuesday, December 23, 2008

Oh, Darn It!

Have you ever noticed they don't make socks like they used to? I don't remember mine becoming as hole-y as quickly from years past? Should we bring back "darning"? Do you even know what darning is?

And speaking of hosiery, I wore nylons, aka panty hose, the other Sunday for the first time in years. The outfit called for it, and luckily the only pair I own is black. Yet, the elastic waist was a little flimsy. (Must be all the weight I've lost. Ha!) Having a little fun running/simple jog up to the sidewalk of church with the little guys, I noticed these nylons had let go of my waist and were headed on down to about the hips. No big deal. Yet, a trip to the bathroom after dropping the boys off in Treasureland was needed after I realized they were most likely going to be shown falling down at the hem of my skirt shortly. The rest of the church service and trip home were most uneventful, but it was great to come home and rid myself of them. I was tempted to throw them away, but who knows when I might need another pair of black nylons again.

Tuesday, December 9, 2008

"Five what?"

Adam's teacher pulled me aside after I helped with Group Time yesterday. "I have to show you something," says Mrs. DeVries.

"Uh oh," I utter wearily. (I shutter when the teacher needs to talk to me. Or the school's name shows up on the Caller ID.)

She showed me this...

A standard paper the boys use to learn their numbers in Pre-K. I've seen them before.

"What do you think those are?" she asks, referring to the 5 brown objects Adam drew.

I was clueless. She said she was too when she asked Adam what they were.

"They're 5 wieners!!" Adam had happily proclaimed.

I wasn't shocked or surprised. And if it had been any other teacher besides Kristin DeVries, I most likely would have been a bit embarrassed. I just shook my head, knowing my son too well. Knowing that "poop" is his current favorite word or knowing that my boys have no qualms about their privates or knowing what is appropriate or inappropriate.

Actually, I found it quite amusing, not laugh out loud amusing, but smile-to-yourself amusing, feel-the-love-for-your-child amusing.

Oh, Adam, you make me smile. You are one of a kind!!