Hope the Neighbors Weren't Watching!

My son likes to skateboard and longboard.  When I leave in my car, he likes me to pull him along with the car for about 500 feet and then he lets go.  I know I shouldn't do it, but we do it when no one is around and he enjoys it so much.  When I do it, I always hope no one is watching us, but picture all of the neighbors at their windows watching and thinking what a horrible mom that I am for doing this.  After he lets go, I quickly drive out of the neighborhood!

Since this story involves me, of course all does not go well.  Yesterday, I was on my way out, and he wanted to hang on.  So, unfortunately, I agreed.  Usually, when he lets go, in the rear view mirror, I see him wave and then he gets smaller and smaller.  This time, I saw him wave and then instantly his socks and shoes!  This is exactly what I was afraid of, and why I was embarrassed in front of any neighbors watching.  I stopped the car and opened the door and asked if he was ok.  I was hoping so because that was the funniest thing I had seen all week!  (I needed to be sure he was fine before I could laugh about it.) He didn't look too happy, but said he was fine (although he looked like he was about to throw up), so I told him to go home and I would call him, and I high tailed it out of the neighborhood!

I called him about 10 minutes later to find out what had happened.  Turned out he just lost his balance because his feet were not placed properly.  He said that just after he fell, he did think he was going to throw up.  I almost lost it at that point.  After how funny the fall was, if I had turned around and then seen him throwing up, I would have laughed until I cried!  (Yes, it again seems that I am a bad mom, but it was funny.)  I was able to convey to him the images that are now etched in my brain forever, and then he too laughed and found the extreme humor of the situation.  This is one situation that we both would have found throwing up to be funny.  [Obvious Disclaimer - Don't Try this in your neighborhood!]

Don't Mess with Mom!

Our male puppy loves our son and everyday cries when he isn't around.  They are brothers and love to play outside together.  I had originally gotten the dog for me and it seems like the dog likes my son better and I am the one who loves on him and takes care of him all of the time.

Well, the other day, my son wanted something from me.  When he wants something, he gets all friendly and extra nice, starts rubbing my back and playing with my hair to soften me up.  I picked up on this very quickly, so I decided to let him know how obvious he was being by reversing it on him and overdoing it by rubbing his back, playing with his hair, and telling him how great he is and how much I love him.  He got what I as doing and was laughing a lot and pushing me away.  During this, our male puppy started biting and growling at my son!  I couldn't believe it.  For some reason, he must have thought that my son was hurting or attacking me.  Good puppy!

This really bothered my son, but totally made my month!  Several times during the rest of the day, my son would walk into me and fall to the ground and then called the dog, as if I had pushed him, looking for the dog's defense against me.  He also would lift my hand and hit himself with it and call the dog.  Neither of those tactics worked.  Today, we both bumped into each other and both called the dog on the other.  He didn't come.

The moral of this story is you don't mess with mom.  Everyone will/should protect the/their mom!

Awkward Moment with Son...

One day, my son and I were talking about alcoholic drinks, as he was of drinking age, and I was telling him about me having gone to the beach a lot when I was his age, and the types of drinks I would get there. I asked him if he had ever had a Sex on the Beach shooter.  His response was, "Well, not a shooter, " then he walked away.  What the heck?!?  You can NOT just say that to your mother then walk away!  I quickly chased after him and said, "you had better say more than just that!" He chuckled and said, "Oh, we had a fishbowl of it once at a bar."  That was either a good save or an interesting truth.  (In retrospect, asking him anything about sex on the beach was not good on my part, but that was the drink I would have.)

That Was So Me!

Yesterday, I realized one of my "That was so her" moments right after it happened, and thought, "that WAS so me," and smiled.  I thought about it for a while and could think of a few others and thought I still have more to live and add to the list.  

You know people talk about others after they have passed and say, "that was so him or her"? This is what I am talking about, but I actually realized it for myself in real time. It was pretty cool.  We all need to keep living our "that is so us" moments that generate smiles and memories that make this world a better place.

What was my "That was so her" moment the other night? Well, my daughter had asked me to get her a treat and surprise her. I walked into her room with a half eaten pack of cookies and gave it to her telling her that it was her treat. She was really mad and said to forget it; I could have them all! I started laughing and I got her actual treat, a candy bar.  This was kind of a two for one thing because my joke was one of my things and also me eating half of the cookies is another thing I do. We both had a good laugh. I did not realize my "that was so me" thing until about 5 minutes after this incident.