Gruff Good Byes and Spolied Kids

Lord Montague went home this evening. TGB ruffed up his fur and said a harsh good bye before heading into the house. Yeah, he's so stern and hard-core. I swear he's turning into the biggest softie. I know he was hoping that Monty would stay with us for good, but that just isn’t how it works big guy. After dropping Lord Montague and TMQ off at his dad’s I headed home for a nap. I forgot how much extra energy it takes having my son around. I can’t complain about it, hell I’m the direct reason he is the way he is. But damn give me a 2 week break and I, well okay I got a bit soft. Honestly it’s something we joke around about. To the rest of the world, TMQ is head-strong, determined, mature, the go-to-guy of getting the job done. He is all that, and more. Yet the minute he’s home with me he’s also a big baby. “Mommy….” He begins while grinning like a fool from the front deck. “What do you want kid? And be advised the answer is no.” I artfully begin. (Yeah, go me) “Mommy, would you make me popcorn…you know with the real butter and the sea salt….blah blah” I do the arched eyebrow and then laugh. “I love you Mommy…” Yeah so we all know what I was doing 3 minutes later right? I know I’m such a boob.

I'm Off

Yep I’ve actually got this Saturday off and where did I spend the day? In the mall. So we were only there for like an hour and a half, but that’s an hour and a half of my life I’m never getting back. As I’ve mentioned before TMQ and I usually end up at the mall for an hour or so for some mother/son time on Saturdays. It’s our weird little thing where we laugh and look at everything. Huge props to the guy’s at EB Games in the Upper Canada Mall. They rock so completely. They pretty well know us by name and expect us in there every other Saturday. Yeah, were a gaming family. The kids and yes even Hyacinth likes the newer games and all those charming 3D graphics, I however am the old school Atari and table top game girl. Give me PacMan, Frogger, Asteroids, Centipede, Missile Command, Pong, Super Breakout, or Tempest. The kids just laugh at me and rope me into trying to kill stuff on DOOM and God of War. Yeah, Cupcake of Doom; that’s me.

He's Here!

Yes! My boy is home again. What can I say, my life revolves around my kids. So there no little and more than capable of tending too many of their own requirements, but I‘ll let you in on a little secret. I love spoiling them. They don’t abuse it, and they don’t take me for granted. I’m lucky. I honestly like them. If they weren’t my kids, I’d actually like them as friends. They are however my kids, and of course far from perfect. So while I like them, we’re not friends. I’m friendly and yeah, spoil them when the occasion arises, but; they push their luck and they’ll face mommy’s wrath. Even when you spoil your kids, you’ve got to be the parent. Whimsy and I are looking at t-shirts for her. She likes the happy bunny one that say’s, “I have a dream… and in it something eats my brother.” Yeah that’s her to a T. Still they are doing this whole getting along thing that has me smiling and just kind of freaking out a bit. When they get along so well it makes me wonder if they aren’t actually sitting up there plotting on how to overthrow the parental unit. Ah well, they can try. Yes, they can, try. *Evil Grin*