No More Secs.

Yesterday, while we waited for Dec's afternoon bus to roll on up, I figured I'd chip away at the ice on our driveway and walkways before more ice arrived (falling as I type).

I needed Dec's help to hold our swinging gate while I got rid of the ice immediately under it. He really didn't want to help, but did it for a few minutes. Then he let go and the gate closed on my legs. Without realizing it I must have said: please just hold it open for a few more secs. No, no more secs Mommy I don't want to hold on for any more secs!

At first I hadn't even realized that I had said the same phrase to him. I just whipped around with a "What-do-you-mean-any-more-sex-And-who-taught-you-that-word-anyway?!?" look on my face. And then I remembered I'd asked him to hold on for a few more secs. Uh-oh.

But instead of making an issue about it, I just dropped it and started to chip away at another section of the driveway.

But then, all I hear is Nonie is a secser, Nonie is a secser! coming from his mouth.
So I ask politely for him to never say that again.

It sounded like "Nonie is a sexer" and I don't even know what that is but I didn't like it.

And then, because God is Good, the little bus pulled up and Dec jumped aboard.
And simultaneously....because God gives me what I can handle and no more or no less -
Nonie slipped on the ice and banged her head.

And so then I blew kisses to Dec on the bus as I held the bellowing Nonie in my arms.
And next, I smooched Nonie's sweet little head.

The bus roared on up the road and as it did I laughed, because Dec didn't want to hold on for any more secs.

And that was just funny.

I bet God thought so too.

"Hat Trick"-or-Treat Eating.

On Saturday, moments before his soccer game, Dec declared that he'd score three goals for Aunt Lily. It seems he's always trying to impress her.
Pretty aggressive chatter. But he did it. Scored One. Two. Three.
Hat Trick!

And on a remarkably similar note: Last Wednesday I bought 2 ginormous bags of candy and promised myself that I wouldn't open them until Halloween.
And I did it. I didn't open them. I just opened and ate one (entire bag). So far.
Treat Eating!

Nothing like setting goals to keep us focused, motivated and striving for excellence ....

* A note about the pic: this is Dec practicing his breast stroke, on the soccer field, while accomplishing his promised hat trick. He'll pretty much do anything to get Willy's attention.

LOOK (i'm talking about food again)

WOAH.

I consider myself to be a professional sweet tooth. I spend hard-earned time and money investing my dollars and teeth into all things sugary. I laugh in the face of dentists who say "usually at your age we are more concerned about gum disease"... HAH... four cavities later (and that is just within the past three months)... I think I have found it.

The cookie of my dreams.

I know, I know. It sounds crazy. How can I even say that? I have had some insanely good cookies. Great Harvest Bread Co. (Pine St., Burlington), Vermont Country Deli (Exit 2, Brattleboro)... crazily delicious.

But thanks to Nie, I made these dynamite circles of love with my own two hands. If you have not yet tried her peanut butter cookies then I do declare that you drop everything and smoosh them together.

Holy Cow.

Yum.

This is me, bowing to the cookie (and the non-rain filled sky).

Oh, and Annie, those are your new chairs. You likey?