Another Monday Musings

'Cause I got plenty of things to say, but nothing worth a whole post.

Ben
There once were two boys who were friends.

One was named Zane.

One, Ben.

Apart, they were the sweetest of boys.

Together, they made such a horrific amount of noise –

That it drove their poor moms to distraction.

(insert a picture of me holding a martini here)

I know it doesn’t rhyme, but seriously my soft spoken, gentle, little boy becomes a crazy banshee while under the influence of Ben - another soft spoken, gentle little boy. It’s like Zane’s hopped up on goofballs when that cute blonde is around. Ben is crack. Ben is speed. Ben is crystal meth.

We love Ben.

Got Self-Esteem?
I just got done reading an article from Parenting magazine (March 2004 – apparently my magazine circle needs to look at recycling) about kids and self-esteem. Of course, it was saying how kids have too much self-esteem these days. Blah, blah, blah…

But then I had the following conversation with Zane, and it did give me a moment’s pause.

Me: Zane, you’re the best little boy in the whole world, do you know that?

Zane: Uhhh...huhhh. I is.

He doesn’t have healthy lungs, his immune system ain’t for crap, and we've still got some work to do on grammar, but my boy has self-esteem.

I love Zane.

SRH is a Scaredy Cat
Last night as we drifted off to sleep, I tossed one of Zane’s stuffed toys out from under my tummy and it landed in front of SRH’s face.

And while maybe you had to be there, please picture a big, burly guy jumping three feet up from the bed and screeching like a Nazgul – and you will get the image that had me cracking up for a good ten minutes last night.

I love SRH.