I just have to report that my son, although only being the tender age of ten, has learned the art of making the perfect cup of coffee. Or I should say, he makes the perfect cup of coffee in my terms of java perfection. Super black (3/4 cup of grounds and 3-4 cups of water...)
I was in the middle of typing the above, when I heard hysterical cry at the door. I was thinking, "Wow, Anikan is starting to sound really human", because the kids had left for the bus stop already about fifteen minutes before. Then the door opened, and it was my neighbor with Kloe, who was wailing and completely soaked and freezing. It's 22 degrees out there this morning. She had been playing on the frozen retention pond that is directly behind where the school bus stop is (such a great place for a place for children to wait for a bus), and had fallen in. It's only a couple of feet deep, but it was a cold walk home. Talk about natural consequences; I don't think she will be playing on that pond again. Thankfully, I was on the second cup of the strong coffee Derrin had made for me this morning, so I was well prepared for the drama.
*Sigh* Part of me feels guilty for not being the mom who walks her kids to the bus. It is just a quick jaunt away though, right around the corner from our house. I always fuss over them as they leave the house, lots of hugs and kisses. I just hate the whole having to mingle with the other parents after the kids get on the bus. The awkward conversation, the having to face that one neighbor who is always already dressed to perfection, with her hair coiffed, make up on and a stinkin' sunny disposition. YUK. I am not a strong enough person to face that, at least not before 9 a.m. And who do you think was the neighbor to rescue my drenched kid and bring her to me (me with my bed-head, bathrobe and coffee in hand *the coffee was in hand, the robe was on my body*), but my super beautiful/awesome neighbor herself (to whom I am grateful for, morning person or no).
Now I have a little girl, wrapped up in blankets, by me on the couch. My morning Friends has been replaced by Finding Nemo (ironic choice of movie for someone who just fell into a pond), and I now have 15 minutes less time to get ready for work cuz I'll need to swing by the school to drop off Pond Girl. Better sign off and start getting ready for work.
I was in the middle of typing the above, when I heard hysterical cry at the door. I was thinking, "Wow, Anikan is starting to sound really human", because the kids had left for the bus stop already about fifteen minutes before. Then the door opened, and it was my neighbor with Kloe, who was wailing and completely soaked and freezing. It's 22 degrees out there this morning. She had been playing on the frozen retention pond that is directly behind where the school bus stop is (such a great place for a place for children to wait for a bus), and had fallen in. It's only a couple of feet deep, but it was a cold walk home. Talk about natural consequences; I don't think she will be playing on that pond again. Thankfully, I was on the second cup of the strong coffee Derrin had made for me this morning, so I was well prepared for the drama.
*Sigh* Part of me feels guilty for not being the mom who walks her kids to the bus. It is just a quick jaunt away though, right around the corner from our house. I always fuss over them as they leave the house, lots of hugs and kisses. I just hate the whole having to mingle with the other parents after the kids get on the bus. The awkward conversation, the having to face that one neighbor who is always already dressed to perfection, with her hair coiffed, make up on and a stinkin' sunny disposition. YUK. I am not a strong enough person to face that, at least not before 9 a.m. And who do you think was the neighbor to rescue my drenched kid and bring her to me (me with my bed-head, bathrobe and coffee in hand *the coffee was in hand, the robe was on my body*), but my super beautiful/awesome neighbor herself (to whom I am grateful for, morning person or no).
Now I have a little girl, wrapped up in blankets, by me on the couch. My morning Friends has been replaced by Finding Nemo (ironic choice of movie for someone who just fell into a pond), and I now have 15 minutes less time to get ready for work cuz I'll need to swing by the school to drop off Pond Girl. Better sign off and start getting ready for work.
6 comments:
1. So glad you're teaching your son how to make the best cup of coffee! His wife will love him dearly. :)
2. Don't feel bad about not walking your kids to the bus stop. I walked myself to school just about every day when I was a kid. Remember when we grew up & parents didn't hover all the time? Yeah, don't feel bad. :)
Love ya, Melissa
Hey, thanks for reminding me of that! I used to walk to school everyday as a kid too, and it was BLOCKS away:) And I think I'm going to eventually have to hand pick him a wife- I've put a lot of work into him, gotta make sure he gets someone who appreciates it... :)
Poor Kloe hehe!!
WOW im soo impressed with Darrens talent!! I am putting that on my list of things I want to teach my future children!! ;)
As far as going to stand with the other parents at the bus stop, I am SOO with you!! It takes everything I have not to rip ppls heads off at work until around 10am. Those bright eyed happy morning ppl are jus SICK Individuals!!!
Apparently Derrin was on the side of the pond telling Kloe to get off of it before she fell in. It was a case of "YOU can't tell ME what to do"- which is almost always the case between them. I'm sure this is going to be something she gets to hear about for a long time (from him). :)
He made me coffee again this morning, this time with just the right amount of sugar and milk. I think I'm going to keep him.
I had a feeling you might be with me on the morning people situation. Derrick and I don't really talk too much in the morning, and that works for us. I have a feeling that our morning attitude may be a contributor to Derrin trying to learn how to make the perfect cup of coffee (my kids are both pretty much classic morning people... don't know how that happened).
I recounted the story of pond girl with a few of our friends last night and I must say it was quite the hit!! These classic Kloe moments sure remind me of someone:) An encouraging note as to Derrin's tremendous ability (and coffee making is taken seriously in this family!) it should last 3 more years. I am knowledgeable on this subject because my own dear son was up before us with coffee made, the table set, the cereal and mild out. This much appreciated behavior began when he was 10. Much to our sadness, it all ended when 13 arrived. (A sad day indeed) :(
I was just sitting here thinking of some of the scrapes I got into when I was around Kloe's age. I should write some of them down for her so she doesn't feel too picked on when she grows up and realizes I've been writing down all of her "Kloe moments" her whole childhood:)
I know you keep telling me this is the honeymoon time of raising kids, but I'm in denial. Maybe Derrin will be that rare child that keeps his awesome age 10 sensibilities forever. I can hope!!
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