Thursday, May 26, 2011

The United States of Zombieland

We have discussed many times (well I have written it and you have read it...let's call that discussing) my "Mom of the Year" status. Let's just say after this week if you think you are in the running to knock me out of my first place spot you will be sadly disappointed. Not that it is really exciting but let me fill you in on what's been going on in my world lately...

Wil made it to the space center and back without any accidental trips into orbit. I will say his teacher told me she "lost" him on the very first stop the bus made. If ANY child were going to be left in Florida, it would be Wil. The highlight of the trip for him seemed to be when the bus they chartered got pulled over 15 minutes from home in the middle of the night. Good Times, Good Times! I am so glad the fortune it took to get him on that field trip was worth it. Here is the one picture I got of him on the trip. If you can't tell what he is doing- he is spitting spitballs...because that is ALWAYS the thing to do in casual dining restaurants.

I love the overly guilty look in his eyes, the fact that he is not at all worried over the fact that he got caught and that he was blatantly spitting spitballs at his friends while sitting right next to a chaperone. He really had a great time and I am thankful to his teachers who put up with him all year!

Noah and I took a trip up to see our state's School for the Deaf and Blind. Noah is feeling very alone and we thought we should take him to see what his options are. Our good friends (who also happen to be his teacher and interpreter) set up a whole tour and road trip! How lucky are we? Tanya (my friend and his interpreter) Noah and I hit the road Sunday after church. Unfortunately, the school is four hours away but it made for a fun ride. Tanya and I laughed and joked (and let's face it gossiped) while Noah fretted over the fact that "he didn't want to go and why did he have to go and if he had to go why did it only be Noah, mom and Tanya cause that BORING". I wish that Mr. Webster could have struck the word boring from the English language because it seems to be the only word Noah remembers lately. He was excited the next morning to tour the school (and by excited I mean he didn't throw a fit and refuse to leave the house and the word boring was only mentioned a few dozen times instead of the normal thousands). We could tell he didn't hate it because he even asked for my phone to take pictures. Here is his view of the school...

I had to take over...
We had a great time but we have left it at that. We are waiting on him to discuss it. BECAUSE Heaven knows...if we like it he will HATE it. More updates on that to come but keep us in your prayers concerning his happiness and future.

Tanya was nice enough to rent Noah a couple of videos to watch in the car and in her defense she asked if I had any restrictions. Being "MotY" I said, whatever! Noah's pick? Zombieland. Because Zombies and road trips are a good combo. He loved it so much he watched it again with Wil when he got home. It must have really stuck with Wil because the next night at his showcase (which I did not remember we needed to go to until approximately 6:30 that evening-side note-it started at 6:00 MotY) this is what I saw...

Now, he has been working on this roller coaster since approximately 2007 (or January) and the fact that these "embellishments" made it onto the coaster in one day and that you are in fact able to read what is written is itself a miracle. The fact that the roller coaster actually works should not surprise you at all. After all it is Wil and he will always be QUITE CONTENT.

Wednesday, May 18, 2011

He Missed Going Into Space by This Much!

So it was a very early morning (along with a late night of laundry) as I dropped Wil off to go on his Florida Field Trip! He was bedside himself with excitement. Not enough excitement to pack his own suitcase mind you... just enough to drive me a little crazy. He was very disappointed to see that the space shuttle took off before he could get down there. I just picture that great 1980 movie Space Camp with Leah Thompson where they accidentally get sent off into space and Leah has to save the day by stabilizing the rocket out of a tumble and she is just not confident enough to do it.

I can see Wil floating around in space.

I bet he would trip over something.

It is another big day in our household...Charles and I have been married for 15 years. I put my facebook status as  "15 years ago I married my best friend blah blah blah. Dear Charles I am so happy we have not killed each other yet. Here's to another 15 years without any trips to the Detention Center for Domestic Violence ".  We are just like that. Not mushy gushy at all. My mother-in-law is always worried about us because she thinks we are fighting. I have to remind her that is just the way we talk to each other. He is more sentimental than I am. AND he never reads this because he says I never talk about him. Hello?! It is a blog about me.

(That Toby Keith song is playing in my head as I type this- I wanna talk about ME)

Anyway he is a great husband who does far more that his fair share of vacuuming (but mainly because clutter on the floor bugs him and I could care less) and cleaning the house. He cleans out my car (but mainly because crumbs bug him and I could care less) and pumps my gas. He puts rain-x on my windows and reflective tape inside my doors (you know in case I am stranded in the rain on a dark highway with my car door open). He mows the grass and checks on us in the middle of the night when he is working. (I cannot attest to the last statement since I am snoring at the time but I give him the benefit of the doubt). He goes for months on end with an ingrown toenail and broken teeth because he knows we need money for other things. He's pretty cute too! AND he puts up with ME!

It always has to come back to me.

Monday, May 9, 2011

Mother's Day

     Oh how I look forward to this holiday! A day all about me. I had big hopes and dreams for this day! I was going to be waited on hand and foot by my adoring children with breakfast in bed. My husband would gush about all things wonderful and tell me how lost he would be without me. I guess I should have mentioned this to them because that didn't happen. Not only did it not happen but pretty much the exact opposite happened. I got out of bed and made my own cinnamon rolls while screaming to my boys about how late for church we were going to be. (I ended up leaving Noah right in the bed with Charles). On my way out of the door Charles yelled for me to bring home something to eat. About this time I am thinking "yeah not so much-loser" I am nothing if not honest here on this blog.
     Wil made it to Sunday school and God bless his teacher because she remembered it was Mother's Day. Wil came in with a card for me-because after all it was MOTHER'S DAY! My heart was overjoyed with the acknowledgement... until I read it. The outside was beautiful

"Her children arise and call her blessed."
Proverbs 31:28 a

Doesn't it just make your heart beat a little faster? Yeah well the teacher printed that part! The printed inside part was lovely too!
"Listen, my son and daughter to your father's instruction and do not forsake your mother's teaching"
Proverbs 1:8

And then printed
                                                              Dear Mom,
Thank you for teaching me

AND THEN WIL'S addition to this card...

not to beat the crap out of Noah, how to eat and how to talk.

Now I will be the first to admit I am not the World's Greatest Mother but really....that is what he is thankful for? What about the whole potty training ordeal? Or how about reading...wasn't that some good teaching? How about guiding him so gently towards the cross and showing him how much Jesus loves him? How about the time I taught him to ride his bike or when he learned to swim? Let's face it I didn't teach the boy to eat he knows how to do that all by himself! Talking came with the 5,463 hours of speech therapy I drug him to. So my legacy came down to the fact that I taught him how not to "beat the crap out of Noah". 

     I guess we can mark it down as a lesson in self control. 

Just wait until Father's Day.