Java Junkie

Little Dennis

A lot of our conversations lately have revolved around vacation.  We seem to have vacation brain...one of us is even keeping a count down calendar on thier desk, but we won't mention any names.  Last weekend when we were out for a drive and discussing hotels, Trey piped up from the back seat.   Below is the conversation between us:

Trey..."Mom, we wouldn't even need to get a hotel.  We have lots of room in here, we could just sleep in the back of the car.  It would be cheaper."

Mom..."Umm, no, I don't think we'll sleep in the back of the car (we have an crossover/suv but still).

Trey..."Are you scared?"

Mom..."No, I'm not scared, but the car doesn't have a bathroom to use in the middle of the night or a shower to use in the morning."

Trey..."So?"

It was at this point that I decided any further discussion on the topic was useless...my final words to him were..."You are such a little Dennis".  For those of you who know my dad, you will totally understand.

 

 

This Weekend

Yesterday we journeyed to the big city in search of new jeans for T-Boy.  Seems most of his jeans either have a hole in the knee...probably due to the amount of stain remover I have to rub into said jeans weekly...or they are way.too.short.  The boy's been growing.  I remember when I was younger how much fun my Mom had taking us shopping, especially if she had the pleasure of taking both Michael and I along.  It is probably why she has an aversion to shopping still.  I would like to take a moment to say...I totally understand now why she loved those trips so much.   Shopping with a boy, at least the boys in my family is not much fun (I'm sure I was a pleasure to shop with).  That may possibly be an understatement.  The day was not a total loss though...we did find the necessary articles of clothing so I don't have to wash jeans mid-week.  Because honestly, I don't remember to wash jeans mid-week...so lately, Friday morning about 15 minutes before he needs to be walking out the door, T-Boy will yell from his room "Mom, I don't have any jeans to wear."  I still haven't figured out how I'm supposed to rectify that problem in that amount of time, but most of the time my answer has been, "Then you'll have to wear your cleanest dirtiest pair."  Clearly I'm right near the top in the running for mother-of-the-year.  Hopefully there are other mothers out there who understand "cleanest dirtiest pair". 

Perhaps the best part of yesterday was this place

 
We ate dinner here while we were in the Big City...we had never tried it before.  The pasta was fantastic, but we ordered dessert (which we don't normally do) becuase on the menu was Tiramusu.  It was worth every.last.calorie.

Today was filled with our normal Sunday morning activities, a dinner of Roast Beef, Mashed Potatoes, Gravy, and Creamed Peas, a few loads of laundry, a mid-afternoon nap (me), a bit of friend time (t-boy),  a lot of homework (mike), and homemade chicken alfrado for supper.

 
We finished off this beautiful fall weekend with a musical performance! 

Wishing the weekend could last a bit longer...

Kris

Prized Possessions

We are getting ready for a rummage sale this week which is loads of fun...does sarcasm come across well?  Any-who, Trey was helping me carry our junk precious things from the basement to the garage tonight, and happened to get an armful of his toys from when he was just a kid.  As he's looking wistfully down at his toys, here was our conversation:

Trey: I used to really like most of these things

Mom: Does it make you sad?

Trey: Kind of, these were some of my most prized possessions

Needless to say, I was kind of lost for words.  While I was trying not to get teary, I had the thought that engaging children in the donating or selling of once prized possessions can help teach them that no possessions are actually prized, it's the people you surround yourself with that mean the most.

Have you had the pleasure of eating the dove chocolates that have inspirational sayings inside the wrapper?  I had the pleasure of eating one today...my message was "Live life for the experiences, not for the possessions."  I saw it again when I was writing this...how fitting.

So this weekend, Trey will have the experience of watching some of his prized possessions become someone else's prized possessions.  The possibility of making just a bit of cash may be helping him through that. Does that defeat the lesson?

Wish me luck!

Kris

Coconut Pie

A few nights ago, MJ and I were in our lounging in the living room while TJ was in the shower.  We weren't paying real close attention to the noise coming from the bathroom, cause the boy talks....a lot...This time though the words were in song form (he can carry a tune well).  Once we paid attention this is what we heard.....

"Coconut Pie is good for you...Coconut Pie is good for you..." for the duration of his shower.  Which admittedly is not all that long...you'd hate to get all the dirt off, or miss anything Mom and Dad might be talking about during your absence.

But Coconut Pie...not really sure where that came from.  I've never made coconut pie...or eaten it either. 

Yesterday he asked me, "Mom, can you really make coconut pie?" 

"Sure you can sweetie" (should have thought about that answer)

He didn't outright ask me to make any coconut pie, but for any of you that have seen his big brown eyes, you'll understand why I'll likely be making coconut pie at some point this weekend.