Jessie said another funny thing today. She was petting Jasper, the cat, and then observed, "I sure like Jasper, but Jasper doesn't need us. Only the dogs need us." Only a very observant three-year-old could easily pick up on that difference between cats and dogs... don"t you think?
Jared ran a torch run with his Borstar team on Saturday and, no surprise to me, they won first place! He should be the one to document it here, but it sounded pretty intense... and fun. As soon as he got home we booked it on over to Harkins to watch "The Avengers."
Becca, who lives next door, babysat the munchkins and I was glad we didn't try to bring them: a bit violent at times especially for the big screen. For some reason I was skeptical, but this movie was great! I loved it! And Mark Ruffalo wins: he is The Best Hulk Ever. Eric Bana was my favorite Hulk (I know, I know that movie was terrible), but this one won me over.
For Mother's Day Porter's school assignment was to describe me with words using letters from the word "Mother." Like an acronym? In reverse? Anyway, here's what he wrote:
M: Mostest Mom
O: Out of Sight!
T: Treats me nice
H: Huh? Mom!
E: Extremely Mama
R: Right Rose
When I asked him about "Right Rose" he said, "Did you like my alliteration? Dad says you are always right and girls like roses." Funny kid.
Speaking of Mothers... my own mother doesn't know this blog is here. I mentioned it to her once, but she couldn't figure it out.
A few days ago I saw this on Pinterest
My mother, on occasion, came looking for me when I was late for curfew. She came looking for me not to give me a lecture and not to embarrass me in front of my friends. Only to say, "It's late. You need to be home. I was worried about you." She was never trying to put me in my place, which is why I would never, ever, ever find something like this on the door when I was late. I would find my mother, waiting (ok, sometimes sleeping) in the chair by the door. The other night we went through a drive-thru and after I placed my order they told me they were out of what I wanted to eat. I was disappointed, but didn't order something else in it's place. As they were giving us the rest of our food I realized I was quite hungry and should order something else, but I didn't want to inconvenience the person at the window with another order of food and a long line of cars behind us. When I got home, I thought of my mother. And then I cried, just a little. She would've got back in the car and brought me something. She would have inconvenienced the entire staff of Jack-in-the-Box if it meant getting her daughter whatever she wanted to eat. She never, ever, ever made it about HER. HER rules, HER house, HER image... whatever. It was always always always about us, her children. Love you, mom. And thanks. xoxo
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