Afternoon Text Messages.

The boy has missed his shopping trip with nana and papa for a couple weeks because of work, so they decided to grab him after he got off this afternoon for dinner. About an hour after they left, this happened via text:

From Boy: HELP ME!
Me: hahahahahha.
Boy: grrr.
Me: You’ll survive.
Boy: Nooooooooo!!

From Papa’s Phone: The Boy is being mean to us!

At which time I started laughing hysterically, because it amused me so.

Then my phone rings, call from Boy - I let it go to voice mail, because I was call him at the same time - voice mail is: “She put me on hold. ON HOLD!” with Nana and Papa laughing in the background “I’m gonna get you when I get home…”

Then I call them back.

Nana: The Boy’s being mean!
Me: You know, if you three can’t behave, I’m going to have to go along and chaperone the next time…
Nana: Tell the boy!
Me: (Repeats.)
Boy: Aw HELL no….
Nana: GASP! That’s the SECOND time he’s cursed in front of me. Bring the soap!

Then, when he got home (ice cream and cookies in tow! Yum!)(Yes, I know that I said I don’t have a sweet tooth, but these are double stuffed oreos with PEANUT BUTTER. Which is totally different. They’re not sweet. Nope.) he tells me this:

Nana can be DIRTY mom! See, I stole papa’s magnifying glass, and he said that’s how we make Nana’s boobs bigger, and then Nana stole it and put it at his GROIN and said “A girl can dream” and did I mention this was in the CHECKOUT LINE AT THE STORE and the workers were all laughing and OMG MOM!

Apparently he expects such comments from Papa, but Nana fighting back is mortifying. *snicker* I offered to go along and chaperone again and he said no way - because Nana and I and Papa together would be SURE to embarrass him! HAHAH!

Don’t you wish you had MY family?! You know you do. It’s ok to be jealous. *grin*

Downsizing!

It’s all the rage, nowdays. Even for the pup. Remember her previous living arrangement box?

Well, seems she decided it was too big. All that decorating was just taking TOO MUCH TIME. So she downsized.

Now if only she had enough room to put a shirt on too…

[OH NOZ!

I know I'm no Annie Libwhatserface the photographer - but it's a half dressed child! WHAT WOULD HANNA MONTANA AND MULLET DADDY DO?! Oh yeah. Get mega bucks and a magazine cover or 80.

For me, I just made it a 'friends and family' picture only so only the freaks I actually know can find it on flickr. Heh. ]

All the toys in the world…

…and she plays in a cardboard box. Or I force her to live in one. Whatever.

One plus, though, is she LOVES the camera. Ask her to pose, and she does so . Ask her to smile through her hair, and it’s too cute for words. ask her to act like a growly little urchin child living in a box? And she’s STILL too cute for words, even as she nails the shot…

(Ok, so she was really just yelling at her brother and the picture is a happy accident. Perfect anyway!)

Someone asked me a while ago why there were SO MANY pictures of the Pup, and not so much the older too. Was I going all “PROTECT THEIR PRIVACY” on them, was I worried about the HORRORS OF THE INTERNET? WHY wasn’t I exploiting my other kids on the internet like the pup?!

The answer is simple, really. When you try to take pictures of the Girl, this is what you get:

And then there’s the boy. Nana? I censored it to protect your delicate sensibilities! See, I am the good daughter!

And I don’t know WHERE he learned such a vulgar display of hand gestures. Really.
(…stop laughing, Nana. You too, Sis - he probably learned it from you anyway!)

I’m the innocent one.
(There they go again… tsk.)

It must be summertime in Alaska…

which means playing outside until utterly exhausted and collapsing onto the couch and falling asleep within three breaths - and getting color, the ‘poor Irish baby’ way… heh. Auntie forgot the sunscreen.

She was quite pleased to tell me that her knees are red too because she was CLIMBING TREES mama!

Aaaaaah summertime…

Wait… she said what?!

So, remember, back in like May of last year, May 27th to be exact, I said I’d seen a glimpse of the future and it skeered me? No? Here’s a reminder:

Yeah, THAT future. Well. The Girls BFF M. is here spending the night, and when the boys (The Boy and Z) got here, they came running out to tell The Boy the following:

M: OMG! SO! REMEMBER! When we came to McD’s after my dance recital? And you was there in the window? And so was G? And you handed out our order? GUESS WHAT MY MOM SAID! She said THIS and I swear I’m totally not lying - you Smiled? And she was all “You can totally date him, you know.” And I was like WHAT? you KNOW who that is, right? And she was all “Of course I know, it’s The Girl’s older brother!” and I was like HE’S TWO YEARS OLDER THEN ME! and she was all “I know that. It’s ok.” even though she said I couldn’t date till I was like 67 and stuff, but she was all “The Boy! He’s cute! Look at that smile!” And I was like OMG!

Yes, yes it was said all in one breath. Thanks for noticing. The boy was like uh, ok. And Z and I were like NEXT YEAR’S PROM DATE! WHOOO! and of course teased them both relentlessly. Which they took good-naturedly while praying we’d forget all about it and move on to some other topic of conversation because OMG MOM. Z wasn’t helping much when he declared “WE CANNOT GO TO SLEEP until you ASK HER OUT so do it already I’m TIRED!” which was pretty much awesome and sealed him as my favorite boy of the day. (Until he bit me. But that’s another story!)

ANYWAY. So we continued laughing and joking and generally being teenagers (…shut up. I am too a teenager - at heart.) and the next thing I know? And I wish I could have caught it on camera, but they ducked. *mutter* ANYWAY. The next thing I know? The boy is hand-feeding her bites of PIZZA. (If you know the boy and his pizza and you’ll realize…) and then? He was playing with her cell phone. and THEN? He all smoothly says “I don’t have your cell number on my phone…” and she gave it to him while the rest of us resumed our teasing. Heh. Because we’re subtle like that.

When I left the room to get ready for bed, he was sitting on the floor at her feet, his head resting on her foot - until they went their separate ways - the boys to the manspace to sleep, the girls to The Girl’s room to do the same.

…..oy.
just.
Oy!

And also? Gee thanks, M’s mom! *L* Good thing I like the kid, huh?