He said what?

After I meet the school bus each afternoon and we walk back to our house, A has a snack. He is usually hungry and since I have no idea at what time he has lunch at school*, a snack is a good idea. He has a glass of milk and either some Nilla Wafers, fruit juice snacks or fruit. But yesterday, he asked for something completely different.

Wednesday was not a good day for A. I think that Grandma leaving for her home bothered him more than he cared to admit; he came home in a cranky mood and with a notation from the teacher that he had misbehaved in class. We went to Tae Kwan Do class that afternoon and he had trouble focusing - even Master Shim noticed. So we all decided that Wednesday was an "unkus" day for A and that Thursday he would do better.

Yesterday, Thursday, he had a great day. He woke up in a good mood, was all smiles when he got off the school bus and proudly told me that he had been a good boy in class. When I congratulated and hugged him, he asked if he could have a special snack since he had done better at school. I said that would be fine, within reason, and waited to see what he would request.

A opened the fridge door, pointed to the crisper drawer and said, "I want veggies! Can I please have some broccoli and carrots?" BROCCOLI and CARROTS? That's a special snack? After I regained consciousness, I said "Sure you can" and fixed his special snack. He has always been a good eater but I never thought I would hear him choose vegetables as a special snack.

Just when you think you have heard it all, you hear something you never thought you would hear.

*During the first week of school, I asked A at what time they eat lunch each day. He looked at me like I had sprouted antlers and said, "At lunchtime!" Silly, silly Mommy...

The sound of silence

My house is quiet. Well, I can hear the birds chirping outside and the thump of the dryer, but that is all. It is just Spenser the cat and me in the house and that is lovely.

My mother left this morning after a week-long visit. We had a good time and I am always glad to have her here, but I am not used to having someone around all of the time. Combine that with J and A being home for the three day Labor Day weekend and I have been experiencing people overload. Aside from being in the bathroom, I have not been by myself for a week, and it seemed as though someone was always talking to me. I missed my time alone...time to read the newspaper without interruption, time to think random thoughts, time to read my current book, time to watch Rock of Love (yes, you read correctly - it's a guilty pleasure).

So I am enjoying the quiet house and I think that Spenser is, too. He is off napping somewhere and I probably won't even see him until A gets home from school.

A good sigh.