He likes me, He really likes me!

Spencer is very quickly moving into the tween age, the eye-rolling-sighing-my-parents-are-such-dorks age. The walk-50-feet-ahead-or-behind-me age. The don't-let-my-friends-see-you-and-if-you-love-me-you-will-NOT-hug-or-kiss-me age. So far I'm lucky. He still loves me. He still hugs me. He still walks with me and introduces me. But I know I'm working on borrowed time here. Any day now this will change. So, it ment even more to me this week when Spencer brought something home from school for me. They did this whole program about how everyone can make a difference, even if you are a kid or just one person you can make changes in your world. At the end of the program they gave each of the kids two rubber bracelets that say "I make a difference". He brought his second one home for me *sniff sniff* He said it's because I'm the one that decides if he can do things or not. Yep, "I'm the decider, heh heh" (you have to read that one as though I was impersonating Jon Stewart impersonating George Bush). Of course I haven't taken it off since he gave it to me, and of course every single day Moira says "It's my turn to wear the bracelet, Mama. It's my turn!" But I'm being selfish with this (possible) last gift that my baby gave me before he turns into a crazy-eyed-breathing-problemed-contact-allergic-super-fast-walking-tween. *sniff sniff*

BLOG part 2: Darn screw ball!!!

Bastian was playing Wii yesterday, he was playing the pool game. He is also suprizingly good at it. Spencer and Gideon were at a friends birthday party, the babies were napping, so we just let Bastian play as long as he wanted to. So, I'm reading on the couch, and I hear him say "Oh, man! Foul! The screw ball went in the pocket!" So, of course Dennis and I look at each other and say "screw ball?" Hahaha, for those that don't speak Bastian, the 'screw ball' would be the 'cue ball'. But I think I like the screw ball better.

BLOG part 3: What am I, Chopped Liver??

I have said before how much of a Daddy's Girl Moira is, right? Well, the other day Moira was showing me a little bouncy ball and pointing out the pretty stars inside it and all the neat features, like um, being round...and bouncing...and the pretty stars, did I mention the stars? So I ask her where she got the pretty ball, and she says "My Daddy bought it for me" (um, no, Santa bought it for her, but ok). Then a few minutes later she was showing me her new pretties (hair clips) and I asked who bought those for her. She promptly said "My Daddy bought them for me!" Huh, I could have sworn that I bought them. And I was almost positive that Moira was with me when I bought them. And I'm about 99% sure that we were talking about them as we were in the store and as we took them to the checkout and as I paid for them. I mean, I could be wrong, but I'm pretty sure that was me and not Dennis. So I asked her "Does Mama ever buy you anything?" and she stops and thinks for a minute, then says "No, just Daddy" and walks away. The little screw ball.