Archive for January, 2012

Call a Cab

Winter has finally made an appearance here in Western New York.  Many work functions and social events have moved from December to January in order to avoid the craziness of the holiday season.  There are people who run outside in this kind of weather.  Subway Dude will be earning his drivers license soon, along with many of his friends.

These facts spurred me to share a little information with my fellow kay nouers. Continue reading

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Conversations with Island Boy

Singing “Jingle Bells”

IB:  Oh, what fun it is to ride in one more sleigh.  HEY!

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IB: I don’t like it when girls wear lick-stick.

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IB:  I have a monster truck heart.

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The Major brought home pizza last week.  IB had two slices.  He wanted a third slice.  TM informed IB that he needed to have some salad before he had another slice of pizza.  After much negotiation, IB finally saw the wisdom of having some roughage.  He was then able to have a third slice.

IB:  May I have another slice of pizza?

TM:  No, you’ve had enough dinner tonight.

After a few moments…

IB:  Boy, those boxes are making me really sad.

<<Referring to the pizza boxes.>>

No response from TM.

IB:  I said, those boxes are making me really sad.  You know?  Those boxes?  Those boxes with pizza in them?

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IB: I think I love my butt. It’s so beautiful.

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IB, to the cat:  Are you a small Haitian?

–Running Girl

Yeah, We’re Growing.

Running Girl and I have been invited to post on Raisingboysworld.com.

Here is my post called “The Skin Game.” (click here).

Please check it out.

We have not abandoned our Kay Nou site.  We’re just diversifying a bit.

— The Major

Sweet Teenager

Everyone should have a child as sweet as my Fashionista.  She is so thoughtful and conscientious. I am pretty sure she has her outfits chosen days in advance. Having said that, everyone slips up now and then.  This morning, with 10 minutes until the bus shows up, TF was not dressed or packed up ready to go.

She told me her jeans were in the dryer.  I knew there was no way they would be ready, so we moved on to Plan B.  I pulled out a sweater of mine for her to wear.  I am no Fashionista, but I guess I have a few acceptable articles of clothing.

TF got dressed, but missed the bus because her lunch wasn’t ready.  She ran out of the house to catch the bus on the corner.  I threw her lunch together and brought it to her on the corner.

Could have been the end of the story.  Mom gets teenage daughter out of a jam.  Teenager accepts help as a right.  Instead I received a text message later that morning from TF that read, “You got my lunch just right.  Thanks!”

Thoughtful, right?  When I got home TF made a point to tell me that she got a lot of compliments on her sweater today.

I love my daughter.

–Running Girl

Raising Boys World

We are branching out!  The Major and I have been asked to contribute to the blog “Raising Boys World”.  Be sure to stop by and see what’s going on over there.

–Running Girl

2011: Good Reads

A few days late.

Here are last year’s reads that Running Girl and I recommend (in no particular order):

Good Fresh Reads (Fiction)

Little Bee — Chris Cleave (RG)

Freedom — Jonathan Franzen (TM)

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