Super Saturday

Things kids do that I find hard to understand:

• Drink their own bathwater
• Suck the paste off their toothbrushes
• Watch the Teletubbies

Another thing J does, or I guess doesn’t do, is sleep late.  No matter how late he stays up at night, he will always rise with the sun.  Even when he’s sick, and I’m begging him to get some rest, he will ask me defiantly, “Mom, how am I supposed to sleep?  The sun is up.”  He just can’t understand when I tell him that sleeping when the sun is up is one of the greatest indulgences life can offer. There are days, quite a few of them actually, when I feel like I would give almost anything to be able to sleep when the sun is up.

Manfrengensen and I are going to a costume party tonight.  The hosts sent out invitations with random letters of the alphabet, and we have to dress as something that begins with the letter “F.”  We are going as F. Scott and Zelda Fitzgerald.  I told this to my babysitter who said, “Nice. Wow, you really are a literary nerd.”

Another Movie Review

Last night Manfrengensen and I watched Margot at the Wedding, which was rather disappointing.  It was basically the story of this woman, Margot (Nicole Kidman) who changed her mind often, and as a result she has these dysfunctional relationships with everyone around her.  Her character had no redeeming qualities whatsoever, and I really found myself hating her. She came off as downright psychotic. I felt sorry for her family, especially her son, and at the end of the movie, I found myself wondering what the point of the whole exercise was.  It was no Squid and the Whale, and overall, I felt, a waste of my time.  Should have watched Thursday’s Lost again.

Back to My Life As Mom

Today Manfrengensen brought J and T3 up to his parents’ house for a visit.  Ee and I went out to run some errands, and then we went to lunch at a little diner near our house.  She is so much fun!  You know, I’ve waited 30 years to renew this mother-daughter bond, and she is bringing it to me in the most special way.  We sit; we eat; she talks about the things that catch her eye; she leans over and kisses me in the booth or whispers her secrets into my ear.  Then we went to the park, where she called, “Watch me Mommy” over and over as she made her loop up the stairs and down the slide. Up the stairs and down the slide. It’s just the most amazing thing.