Thanks For That.

Quinn was sitting next to me on the bed, his hand on my shoulder.  Then he tapped me.  And then he tapped my arm again.

"What do you want?  I'm right here!"  I say.

"Nothing.  I'm just watching how your arm reverberates whenever I hit it."

Jiggling fat.  Nice. 

Music Man

Both boys are making music digitally and posting it on Soundcloud.  Colby was astounded when someone he didn't know, one "Katherine Higgins", liked his song and started following him. Tonight he said "I think I need to make another techno song, because my fan liked the techno song I made.  I have to please my fan."  Singular.  Fan.  Too funny. 

Why Am I Not Surprised

Quinn in charge of cooking dinner tonight.  I heard him busily working in the kitchen while I lazed in the living room playing the piano.  My heart was full.  Work was being done without any of my input or supervision.

After awhile, Quinn asked me to come in to ask a question.  That's when I saw what was on the menu for the evening.  Peach Cobbler.  And bacon.

His perfect meal.

Maybe not the most well-rounded meal, but he made it himself!

Holy Growth Spurt, Batman!!!

Quinn and Colby have both had size 6 men's shoes since the beginning of the school year.  When Quinn's shoes disintegrated in January, I replaced them with another size 6.  When Colby's disintegrated in March, I replaced them with a size 7... to give him some extra room.  The soccer shoes I bought them last month where a men's size 8.  And they both complain that they're too SMALL.  Today, I had them both measured.  Quinn is a 9.5 and Colby is a 9.  HELLO!!!  To accommodate the rate of foot expansion, I bought a half size up for both boys... so a 10 and a 9.5.  HOLY COW.  That's FOUR SIZES in one school year!!  and THREE SIZES in the last three months!!  What the heck???

A Boy and His Dog

Selective Reading

On Friday,   Rob was out of town, and Grandpa was in charge of picking up all three kids after school while I was at work.   Quinn called me while I was with a patient, and left a message on my phone, saying "Aidan wants me to come over to his house after school.  I can just ride the bus with him."

OK.  It's a school phone he's calling on.  I can't call back. He didn't have his flip phone with him (it was sitting, uncharged, in my purse), so the only way I could  get ahold of Quinn BACK was to email him at school, and hope he had a class with access to a computer. 

This is what I wrote:  "Have Aidan's dad call me if its okay for you to spend the night.  I need to hear it from him first."

So, you tell ME.  Does anything about that email  say "go ahead and ride the bus home with the kid who wants you to come over?"  Because apparently, all Quinn read was "...its okay for you to spend the night..." and nothing more. 

He responded thusly:  "Ok good i will ride with them to their house after school"
And... just to be on the safe side.... "i called u to times to make sure".

But I didn't GET the email until after 5 pm, because .... you know.... I was working.  So it all went down without any communication to the appropriate parties.  Grandpa was waiting for three kids and only found two.  Colby had no idea where his brother was.  Grandpa called me, but only got my voicemail.  Then he called the school, and got voicemail.  Then he called the superintendent's office and got voice mail.  It was after school hours on a Friday.  No one was sticking around to answer phone calls about missing children.   When I finally had a free moment at work to see five waiting voicemails, I knew something was up.  I began frantically trying to figure out how to get ahold of Aidan's dad but he had an unlisted number.  Luckily, I didn't have to wait long before getting a phone call from him. 

"Do you happen to have an extra child over at your house?" I asked him.

"Yeah.  That was quite a surprise."

MMMMHMMMM.  Aidan had never asked his dad if Quinn could come over.   Or rather, he had casually asked his Dad the previous weekend, to which his Dad said "we'll see", but then the subject was never brought up again.   Aidan's dad had never contacted ME because he had no idea Quinn was coming over.  Resulting in poor Grandpa and Grandma being worried sick about losing one of my kids (It's okay.  We have a spare). 

Child is in trouble.

But he called me!!  Right???  And when he got home, he insisted I had told him it was alright to go to his friend's house!!  Because... that middle portion of that sentence!! 

UGH.

I called my husband down in Lansing to ask how to handle the situation.  What is the appropriate punishment to get our son to read an ENTIRE sentence, and not just the part he wants to hear?  My husband was unconcerned.  "I'm too far removed to have an opinion about this at the moment."  Seriously.  Which translates to "nobody died, everyone is accounted for, so what's the big deal?"

DOUBLE UGH.

Single parenting is for the birds, I tell you.  I don't know how people do it.  And once again, I have come to the conclusion that the 6th grade, and general Tweendom, is going to kill me.  Or something.

First Middle School Semi-Formal Dance

This was considered "dressing up" for their first semi-formal dance.  Anything that's not t-shirts and sweats is dressing up in our house.  They reportedly didn't have all THAT much fun, but did dance with one girl each.  It amazes me that they have no qualms asking girls to dance.  I remember that whole process as being earth-shattering and anxiety-filled, but they take it all in stride, the little cassanovas.