I'm zipping online for just a minute while peace reigns in my household. I realize that it's temporary so I'm taking advantage while I can. I put the boys in separate rooms with a book each and told them not to come out until they finished the book or I came to retrieve them--whichever comes first. Note: I will NOT be going in there to retrieve them any time soon.
Here's a few random thoughts:
Another reason I'm excited about moving to Hendersonville...Maggie Moo's and Marble Slab Creamery are within a mile of each other. On the way to Mom's Sunday after our realtor failed to show up for the Open House I stopped at Maggie Moo's to drown my sorrows in dairy goodness. Oh. My. Heavens. You MUST try the peanut butter ice cream with Reese's cups mixed in and served in a waffle bowl dipped in dark chocolate. Sa-wooooon! I took it outside to the marble fountain on the patio, propped my feet up, and dove in. But I couldn't finish it. I ordered the smallest size they sell but it was still too much to eat all at one time. I put my leftovers in Mom's freezer and ate the rest of it for dinner. Next time I'll order the child's portion.
So here's something funny I heard this week...
From my BFF's four-year-old when we were at the water park when we were sitting on a blanket talking, minding our own business, and she was inside the fence, choosing to pay attention to us instead of play in the water:
B: Could you guys please zip your lips?
Grace: No ma'am, we will not zip our lips. We're having a conversation and you're being rude.
B: Oh. Well, when you're finished talking to Miss Teble, then could you please zip your lips?
Ten acted like a very mature person this morning, giving me visions of the great man he's going to be someday. Ten and I (and Grace's oldest daughter) went to the funeral home to show support for his Girl Friend whose grandmother died unexpectedly on vacation last week. (Notice the space between the two words. He made a big deal of telling me that she's a girl who is his friend, but she's not his girlfriend.) Even though it was uncomfortable for him and he's not used to being in a situation like that, he comported himself with great poise and maturity. He even went with me to the open casket to pray for the grandmother. He hugged his Girl Friend without acting like a goofy boy and told her that he was sorry for her loss. I was proud of him.
Of course, the minute we got home he started arguing with his little brother and generally making a pest of himself because he is, after all, a ten-year-old boy. With a pesky seven-year-old brother.