Mommy Love

Today was one of those especially phenomenal days.  This morning the kids performed at their first piano recital.  Both of them played so beautifully; I sat in awe over growth of the last 10 months since starting lessons. 

This evening AH and I attended a family dinner in honor of his parents 45th wedding anniversary.  We all met at a waterfront seafood restaurant and enjoyed a delicious dinner and wonderful conversation.  AH's oldest brother surprised his parents by driving all the way from Montana, at the spur of the moment, to ensure that all of the children were there to pay tribute to their parents on this most special occasion.  AH's mom literally glows when surrounded by her family and tonight was no exception!  Congratulations to them!

The family dinner was for adults only so the kids attended our church Halloween party with the babysitter.  They had a really great time. As I put Beeb to bed she just kept talking and talking about the adventures she had and fun activities.  Mr. B offered me some of the candy he collected tonight.  Such a generous kid - too bad I am beyond full from my own dinner or else I would have taken him up on his offer.

After getting Beeb settled down I showed her a note pad and stapler that I got for her new desk.  A few minutes later she popped out of her room and deposited this on my desk:

Beeb quickly composed a book of "pomes" for me.  Here is what is literally written page by page:

Page 1

This is my mommy
Yes I love her
I do I do I do
I love you mommy

Page 2

My mommy is sweet
My mommy is nice
My mommy is loveable
My mommy rocks
I do love you mommy

Page 3

Mommy I love you
Mommy you are nice
Mommy you are hugeable
Mommy is awesom
I love you!

Page 4

I love you
Gill loves you
Mr. B loves you
Daddy loves you
I truely love (the most)

(Clarifiication:  Gill is her fish)

Page 5

WE ALL LOVE YOU!

This seems like a pretty perfect day to me! 
Ciao.

Stories

It is a very strange turn of events when, at bedtime, the kids stop asking to have bedtime stories read to them and instead want to read their bedtime stories to you. 

Zombie Apocalypse

On our drive home from Mr. B's piano lesson tonight he shared with me his strategy for handling a specific disaster when it strikes our area.

Mr. B:  Mom, do you know about the zombie apoco. . . apoco....

Me:  The zombie apocalypse?  Yes I've heard of it.

Mr. B:  When that happens you know you need to shoot them in the head to kill them?

Me:  Really? 

Mr. B:  Yah.  If you want to stop them you have to shoot them in the head.

Me:  You do realize there are no such thing as zombies?

Mr. B:  (pausing before slowly answering) I know, but if there were that's how you'd have to kill them. 

Me:  What happens to our bodies after we die?

Mr. B:  They turn to bone.

Me:  Yes, after a period of time only the bones remain and so zombies are not possible, right?

Mr. B (ignoring me):  The only monsters that we have are. . .

Me (interjecting):  We don't have any monsters.

Mr. B:  Yes there are.  There are mummies. . .

Me (interjecting again):  Which are ancient dead people who's bodies have been preserved. . .

Mr. B (ignoring me again):  There are mummies and there are skeletons.

Me:  You realize that both of those things are just dead bodies?

Mr. B simply ignores me and doesn't answer. 

Me:  By the way, where did you learn about the Zombie Apocalypse?

Mr. B:  Sons of Guns.

Me (thinking to myself):  I am really starting to hate the Discovery Channel.

It's fun having a son to constantly keep me on my toes.