Two Zero

Once upon a time, I thought those two digits together were some type of magical age.

Boy was I wrong! When I was 20, I had a child in tow and a husband. I still have the husband, but now that child is 20 years and no longer the sweet, innocent, adorable, little two-year old she once was.

Don’t get me wrong, she is still a sweet kid young woman. It’s just that her interests are no longer wearing frilly dresses while climbing trees. She has progressed towards gaming, jewelry, books, and guys. Or rather a single particular guy. Not that I have a problem with said guy, I have a problem with her no longer being the child I can command and dictate rules and regulations to guide to the right path and she would listen.

Yeah, I wasn’t a dictator or tyrant. But I did have some strict rules – according to her as she compared every rule to those of her friends. Silly me, I have this wish to know who and where and why and how and what is going on in my children’s lives. I mean, weren’t we all taught the 5 W’s in elementary school for a reason?

Where are they going? When are they going and when will they return? Who are they going with and who are the parents? Why are they going? What are they will be doing once they get there? How are they getting there and/or back?

Okay, so back to the 20-year-old.

For her birthday, the family (and boy friend) had dinner at the Texas Roadhouse (seems to becoming a “birthday theme” around here). This lovely child-no-more did not want anyone to know it was her big day.

She made her two brothers promise on their Bibles that they would not so much as utter anything resembling a comment to the waitress/waiter that it was her birthday.

The silly kid forgot about her parents…sad, isn’t it? Not to worry though because while she couldn’t decide what to have for a drink (a non-alcoholic type, thanks!), her dear father turned to the waitress and said: “You’ll have to excuse her. This is her first day of being twenty.” To which the birthday girl immediately looked up, shocked that he said something. She even made “dad” into a two-syllable word as she flushed ever so slightly.

I reassured her that he did not tell the waitress it was her birthday. Do you see where this is going? Can you imagine the look of horror on her face as I spoke those “forbidden” words out loud? It was well worth it.

After dinner, the crew came to the table and did their little “Texas Roadhouse Birthday Wish” and brought out the famous saddle for the birthday person to pose on. And believe me, my husband made sure there were ample amounts of photos taken of the 20-year-old posing on this sad little saddle.

As we were heading back towards home, she did admit she had a great time, despite the worn little saddle she sat on. She was glad we made her day a little extra special.

I’m glad she is a 20-year-old, independent thinker and able to function on her own. But there is a part of me, ever so small, that misses the 2-year-old who was full of questions.

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Weekly Photo Challenge: Celebration

  My youngest son’s elementary school held a performance for families. It was entitled: “A Pirate’s Christmas“.

It was a twisted tale of how White Beard (AKA: Santa) helped the pirates understand that it is better to give then to receive. Or in the case of the pirates – to take what isn’t theirs.

The little boy, in the footsteps of his bigger brother, hammed it up.

But then again, I think all the 4th graders were having a blast while exaggerating their performance.

Once White Beard and his merry men brought the pirates to the North Pole, the head pirate – sorry, I can’t remember the name – convinced his followers that White Beard was off his rocker. Or was it off the boat?

Either way, the pirates learned and accepted that the practice of giving was much more lucrative than taking what they wanted, when they wanted, how they wanted, well, you get the picture…

During the performance these little pirates and elves sang Christmas songs drenched in pirate verses. It was a cute little show – one I will enjoy sharing in person with my parents once they make “the move”.

Note to self: Sit in the bleachers – the floor seats have extreme limited sight…as in I saw glimpses of the stage through out the show thanks to many children and adults who moved around. Thankfully my husband was on the aisle and was able to get many pictures and videos of the performance. So yeah, next year – I’m sitting up high. 🙂

Weekly Photo Challenge: Family

This is my teenage son. He is a bit silly and full of wit and humor. Add a little (or a lot) of sarcasm, and you have the character traits of this ray of sunshine. I choose this photo to represent family because his expression captures the fun and crazy times we share – whether we intentionally try to be silly or not. 

Weekly Photo Challenge: Breakfast

Just a little something for the family when they woke up Thanksgiving morning.

I don’t usually make breakfast for the gang, as they are all out the door at different times. But on holidays, I try to do something special. Not that cinnamon rolls are special, but the look on the kids faces when they stagger into the kitchen is priceless. They aren’t required to do anything other than grab a dish, sit at the table, and enjoy. Easy, peasy.

Weekly Photo Challenge: Wonder

Ahh..a good old-fashioned corn maze right before sunset.

A couple of weeks ago we took the kids to a corn maze. Due to work schedules, we ended up arriving just as the sun was setting. Talk about a great time to freak out the children.

Don’t worry, we didn’t do anything scary. Just got them a little mixed up.

Armed with flashlights, warm coats, and a map of the maze – you know, to get us more lost – we headed for the paths shaped to be a football player holding a football and an Indianapolis Colts football helmet.

Where was I? Oh yes. My husband and teenage son led us through this adventure of corn stalks. The 9-year-old boy and I followed with the girlie girl and boy friend close behind.

The sky was dark. With cloud coverage, the stars and moon were playing peek-a-boo with us.

The only lights we saw were glimpses of flashlights from other maze goers and the occasional beam of lights from the barns.

If only we could get back there.

After about an hour of going in what felt like circles, every intersection became like a game of chance.  Heads we go left, tails we go right.

Of course, we just came from that way. Didn’t we?

We met several others along the paths. Each believing they were going the correct direction. It was as if we were the only ones wondering which way to go.

 

Weekly Photo Challenge: Windows

  I love architecture.

The bigger, more elaborate buildings just as much as the small, simple ones.

Buildings come in all shapes and sizes, telling us their own tales.

I saw the building above while driving around Washington D.C. And with windows on every surface, it was a perfect pick for this weeks theme.