August 7, 2014

I got to hand it to my son .... he's on vacation and at 6 am sharp he was out the door doing his paper route !!!
"Mom, makes sense. It's not hot at this hour and I'm done and over with it then!"
Closed the door only to open it again to ask the "infamous" question ....
"Oh, and what's for dinner?"

August 11, 2014

Kiddo last night: "You know I have to pack the suitcase for the trip tomorrow. So we need to get up early!"
Me: "Chill, bro'. When if and ever am I not up early? And you act like you've never been on a trip before. So, when do you want to get up?"
Kiddo: "At the latest at 8 am."

Hmmm, it's 10 am. No sight of kiddo. And I will soooooo annoy the **** out of him and will start vacuuming now ! *g*

Kiddo: Mom, I'm hungry.
Me: No kidding.
Kiddo: When's dinner?
Me: As you can see I am in the midst of cleaning the house. And it's just past 6 pm.
Kiddo: What's for dinner anyway?
Me: Maultaschen. Baguette to go with it.
Kiddo: Veggies??
Me (already knowing what's next): Caprese?
Kiddo: YES!!
Me: Okay. You do the Caprese. I'll finish cleaning the bathroom.

End of story .... kiddo is scrubbing the toilet and I'm chilling in the kitchen

Well, HE thought it was a good deal :-))))

Kiddo and I doing our respective "things" here. Chatting in between. About this and that.
Kiddo: Oh Mom, that was such a profound statement of your's.

Minute later: What does profound mean anyway?

Uhm .....

Kiddo, off to do his paper boy route: What's for dinner tonite?
Me: Stuffed bell peppers in tomato sauce, rice.
Kiddo: When are you getting home tonite?
Me: I don't know yet.
Kiddo: Well, as long as dinner is ready when I get home, I don't care when you get back.

Okayyyyyyy, talking about priorities :-)))

Dinner revisited this morning.
Kiddo: Anything nice for dinner tonite?
Me (feeling crushed): Last nite's dinner wasn't nice ??
Kiddo: Sure was. And? What do we have tonite? Oh wait. You are going out tonite. Ok. But there will be dinner, right?
Me: No. I will just cut out and leave you to your own devices.
Kiddo: WHAT ???
Me: Chill, bro. There will be dinner. As always. Prepared with love and care and attention and ....
Kiddo: Yeah MOM !! I get it ! OK, gotta go. See you later. Oh no, won't. So have fun. Love you.
And gone.
*sigh*

Mail from kiddo, from Italy.
Saw this, that, Ischia, Amalfi, weather ... the usual "postcard" just by e-mail.
Last sentence:
"Looking forward to coming home as grandma is really exhausting"
*sigh*

As I am not religious Easter doesn't hold any importance to me.
But I fondly remember kiddo's first conscious Easter Sunday, then 1 1/2 yrs old.
He had just been diagnosed with asthma and all kinds of crappy food allergies. Chocolate was on the no-no list. So Grandma and I bought ONE chocolate Easter bunny and took turns hiding that one in the woods during an afternoon stroll.
Well, when you are 18 months old you don't know squat about deception yet ;-p

Kiddo returned from Italy tonight. Short summary of his week there, quick look in the pots on the stove, then:
"Oh, Pirates of the Caribbean is on. Gotta watch that!"
Now slouchy on the couch, eating and:
"They changed Sparrow's voice! That is soooooooo not okay!! Listen to that! That is NOT Jack Sparrow's voice!!!"

Once again; Priorities :-)))

So, kiddo, the one that just returned from a week in Italy just said to me, over dinner:
"Your Caprese tastes so much better than the one I got in Italy."
*sigh*

Kiddo: What's for dinner?
Me: Meat, rice, sour cream.
Kiddo: What? No veggies???
Me: Uhm ... yep, there is bell pepper with the rice.
Kiddo: Ok then.

My carnivore kid asking for veggies.
*confused*

Kiddo, opening the mail: I can vote now.
Me: Yep.
Kiddo: Cool.
Standing there with a big smile.
Kiddo: Will you go there with me. I mean, you and I together voting? Would be cool.
Me: Sure thing.
Kiddo all smiles.

Now it's only for the mayor of our town, but, hey a) it's cool that teenagers at age 16 are allowed to take part in that voting process and b) it's cool that he wants his Mom to go with him ...
*mehappyMom*

9:30 am. Kiddo: C'mon. Hurry up. Get dressed!
Me: What? I am dressed.
Kiddo: I mean church clothes!
Me: WHAT ?
Kiddo: Church is at 10. Now get moving.
Me: WHAT ????
Kiddo: I don't want to be late, so hurry up !!
Me: WHAT ??
Kiddo: Would you just get moving!!??
Me: I soooooo did my church duty when you were in Catholic Elementary School. And I m soooo not going to church! You know that!
Kiddo, til then a straight face, cracking up: I know. See you tonite. Love you. Bye.

That little so-and-so .....;-)

One of these Mom-kiddo-evenings:
- Dinner
(yep, two major Schnitzel-sandwiches have to be devoured while I'm preparing (admittingly vegetarian) "real " dinner  and am still hearing "Dinner ready yet ??"
 - TV
(The Bachelor !!?? "Mom, this is funny!" And apparently a field study for every Mom of a 16-yr-old son ! The same one that loves to philosophize.....)
- Physical exercise
(has to be thrown in there at random by him. Ok, so I did sit-ups and squats and whatever just to be the laughing stock for my kid ... *hmph*)
- Serious talk
Death penalty. Education. (His choice of topics)

I'm ready to go to bed.
;-)

TV discussion about the right to take one's own life and the according laws.
Kiddo went philosophically bonkers. Excerpt of a looooooooong bathroom talk:
"You know? When you die then there is NOTHING! NOTHING ! How do you define nothing? What is nothing? We are not there anymore. We are nothing. Where did nothing come from? Had to be SOMETHING to turn into NOTHING, right? And where did the something come from? How did I get here? From what something and what nothing ? Are we here? Or are we nothing? What other dimensions are there? Space? It's endless? There is nothing then? Define nothing. Where did the nothing come from? Had to be there somewhere, right? "

I love the inquiring mind of my son.
Yet .... I didn't have an answer for him .....

Kiddo, head phones on, singing along to whatever song. Loudly !

Mash-a-choo-shits, mash-a-choo-shits, mash-a-choo-shits .....

Okayyyyyyyyyyy..... guess I'll never move to Massachusetts with him then ;-)

On rare occasions I let kiddo watch some stupid TV-show. Like now.
Out of the blue a voice from the couch:
"Would you like to have skin like a peach?"

Me in tears with laughter, kiddo no clue as to why. At first.

Then:

Mom!! I _know_ these commercials are ridiculous !!!

Pheeeeeeeew ;-)

Home after a long weekend away .... Kiddo picked me up from the train station. I came home to a clean apartment (he even did the dishes !!!). He got all ready for doing laundry (himself). He said all the food I prepared for him was very yummy (except for the salad dressing - I tried a new homemade concoction) and chatted away ..... aaaaaaaaaaaand:

"And what are you making for dinner tonite ?"

Yep. I am home alright :-)

Kiddo (yelling from the other side of the hallway): You can hol' ab now.
Me: What ? I can hole up now? Like pulling the covers over my head ? Not talking to anybody ? Going into hibernation ?
Kiddo (rather confused): What are you talking about ? Du kannst das netbook abholen . (You can pick up the net book was what he wanted to say.)

Uhm .... yeah, hole. Like bullet hole in that section of my brain where language skills are formed *sigh*

As part of my fall-cleaning I took basically all my clothes out of the closet and dumped them on the couch. Left the room for a hot second. Came back. Kiddo stretched out on the couch on top of the pile of clothes.
Me: You comfy?
Kiddo: This is MY spot !

Yep, I still love him :-))))