35. Mother's Day...

Today is Mother's Day.

Michael collected ALL the dandelions from our back yard and had me put them in water so they don't die. They are, of course, sitting in our kitchen window in a glass.

My mother's day flowers. He calls them sunflowers. I did not have the heart to tell him they're weeds. But he sure is adorable.

P.S. Remove that image of a backyard full of dandelions out of your head. :o)

34. Whoa!!!

As we were driving home today from ACI, Michael looks at the cloudy sky and says, "Those clouds look familiar."

I'm surprised because I have never heard him say the word before, "They do?"

Michael pauses for a second, "Mom, what does familiar mean?"

How can he use the word correctly without knowing its meaning...

"It means that you have seen them before. Do they still seem familiar?"

"Yes."

Goofy kid!

First Sales...

Had our first sales on Amazon. Yay!!!

http://www.amazon.com/Sincerely-Michael-Olivia-Owens/dp/1484032543/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1366214816&sr=8-1&keywords=sincerely+michael

33. Finally... Paperback

The paperback became available today. Yay!

http://www.amazon.com/Sincerely-Michael-Olivia-Owens/dp/1484032543/ref=sr_1_3?ie=UTF8&qid=1365195035&sr=8-3&keywords=sincerely+michael

32. Sincerely, Michael

After months of work, Sincerely, Michael has finally made it online. It is now available on Amazon as an e-Book.

http://www.amazon.com/Sincerely-Michael-ebook/dp/B00C790HP0/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1365123716&sr=8-1&keywords=sincerely+michael

It will become available in paper format in about two weeks.

Yay!

31. Love...

Before going to bed, Michael says, "Mom, can you scratch my back?"

Me, grumbling, "Alright."

As I am scratching his back, Michael sighs, "I can't take it any more mom."

That doesn't mean he wants me to stop.

"You can't?" I say as I keep on scratching his back, "Why can't you take it any more?"

"Because I'm in love," says Michael with a sigh.

Whoa!!!

"You are? Who are you in love with?" (I know... I ended the sentence with a preposition).

He looks at me smiling, "You."

Ahhh... love....

30. Responsibilities...

Michael missed a week of school because he's been sick. We picked up his homework on Friday and he's been doing homework the whole weekend.

Michael's been dragging his feet... going to the bathroom, being tired, etc....

I got frustrated and said, "Michael you need to take care of your responsibilities and do your homework."

Michael looks at me with a frown, "Mom, YOU'RE not taking care of YOUR responsibilities."

"I am taking care of my responsibilities, by making sure you're doing your homework."

Silence. 

No comeback. 

THAT'S a miracle.

29. Diagnosis...

The other day we got an incident report from ACI. While jumping on the trampoline, Michael hit himself in the eye with his knee.

I asked him, "Honey, are you alright?"

"Yes mom, don't worry, I don't have any brain damage," he responds.

Ummm.... THAT'S good to know.

"I'm glad you're okay honey," I say laughing.

BRAIN DAMAGE??? It's not exactly a phrase we use around the house. At least he used it correctly.

28. Little White Lies...

A while go, this conversation took place between my son and I:

"Mom? How can Santa bring us presents? We don't have a chimney."

Crap... that's what I get for buying a newer house. Without a damn chimney.

"Well honey, Santa has Christmas magic so he can still come in even when we don't have a chimney."

Whew!!! He believed me.

Fast forward to today...

Today, for the millionth time, Michael asked me, "Mom, are dragons magic?"

For the millionth time, I answered, "Honey, magic is not real," hoping to finally put an end to the question.

"But Santa's magic is real."

Fuck. ME!

That's what I get for lying to my kid about Santa.

27. Not so Special After All...

I was driving Michael to school when we passed a horse ranch.
Three Clydesdales were standing in a line, behind one another.

I point them out to Michael "Honey look, those horses are standing in a line. Isn't that funny?"

"Why are they standing in a line?" asks Michael.

"I don't know, maybe they're smelling their butts" I say laughing.

"Ewww, that's disgusting."

Still laughing I ask Michael, "Do you know how doggies say hello?"

"How?"

"They smell each other's butts" I say, not knowing if this is really true.

"That's silly"

"I know" I say laughing, "you have a silly mama don't you."

"No."

"Well, do you think you have a funny mama?"

"No."

"What kind of mama do you have?"

"I have a REGULAR mama" Michael responds emphatically.

And here I thought I was special. So much for that.