Teacup, Monster and Spaz

A bunch of political posts... let's do one about the family, shall we?

teacup asked me the other night if mommy would come in for lamp time so she (girlie britches) could read The Time Machine by H G Wells to her (the mom-meister). reports say miaface had troubles with "experiment" and "psychologist", but nailed the rest and was enjoying the story as she read it.

monster is... well... he's turning into a little me. He's been on this kick for the longest time that he does not like to be called anything but Simon and anything else hurts his feelings. I finally convinced him the other day that the names we throw around (like monster) are out of love and not malice. He's really proud of turning 7 next week and must feel like he's ill prepared because he's doing everything he can to make sure he's perceived as an older kid. He said the other day that he didn't eat candy anymore because, "I want to be strong when I grow up, not fat." Well, his dentist will approve.

Spaz is getting bigger. He's almost out of the 8YO annoying phase and is transitioning into the semi-annoying but semi-cooperative older 9YO brother. He's getting more physical and is maturing in so many social and intellectual areas, it's getting harder and harder to play the innocent annoyance anymore as it now comes off as "I need attention, please" He's reading like it is going to be outlawed tomorrow. I don't think we own a book this boy has not read. He's ravenous. I love it. He wants to read and learn and grow. The best part is it is rubbing off on his brother and sister.

Can I just say that two things I'm very proud of for our family is the love our kids have for reading and learning, and the fact that though they like candy, they're just as likely to pick up a bell pepper or an apple. I've actually seen princess pea walk away from more candy, cake and sweets than I've ever seen her walk away from healthy foods.

I love those little people.



I so look forward to the day when I can be my own boss and spend more time with my family. As it is now, I'm just not used to it for more than a few hours at a time. I get up before they are and I get home in time for dinner and bed. Longer than that, I've just not adapted. I wish I were. I have trouble with patience sometimes. Other times I like to think I'm pretty good. Luckily, I've got this great lady who was willing to not only put up with me, but with my offspring as well. I have no idea how she does it, but I couldn't fo it without her. Boy am I glad she's healthy (and shall I say, not bad to sit next to either.)

G'Night