Monday, December 27, 2010

Conversations with a 9 year old...

Mom: Krystian, you need to eat ALL of your breakfast.
Krystian: Ya you're right... Mom, I was looking at my feet the other day and thinking that I needed to gain a little weight because my feet are SO skinny.

Krystian: You know what mom. I'm really pretty and don't need to wear any make-up. I'm so lucky!
Mom: Yes Krystian, you are very pretty... (I wrote this one down as proof... so when she comes to me in 5 years and asks me to buy her some make-up I can remind her of why she doesn't need any).

Krystian: Oh my gosh mom you will never guess what happened at school today... Mrs. Hannah gave us new seating assignments and put me across from Nate. Oh my gosh... Nate is SO seriously cute mom! I can't take it though because every time he talks, I'm "forced" to look at him because he's right across from me. I DON'T want to look at him because he's so cute... it makes me crazy! Ugh.....
After reading this post...
Krystian: Mom, you need to erase this... I can't believe you! Moooooommmmmm..........
I hope Cammy never reads this. Oh and Brad. No mom, noooooo.... stop typing everything I'm saying. :)

It ended with lots of giggles and hugs and kisses......
Krystian: Mom, you're kind of kookoo....

Thursday, December 16, 2010

Dogs and Cats....

A friend (who teaches junior high) told me about this story below and I couldn't help but share it. All I can say is that I'm looking forward to getting my dogs back!

You parents will relate to this and I can tell you from personal experience that every word is true! (sorry, I'm not sure who the author of this is....)

"I just realized that while children are dogs - loyal and affectionate - teenagers are cats. It's so easy to be a dog owner. You feed it, train it, boss it around. It puts it's head on your knee and gazes at you as if you were a Rembrandt painting. It bounds indoors with enthusiasm when you call it.

Then around age 13, your adoring little puppy turns into a big old cat. When you tell it to come inside, it looks amazed, as if wondering who died and made you emperor. Instead of dogging your doorsteps, it disappears. You won't see it again until it gets hungry -- then it pauses on its sprint through the kitchen long enough to turn its nose up at whatever you're serving. When you reach out to ruffle its head, in that old affectionate gesture, it twists away from you, then gives you a blank stare, as if trying to remember where it has seen you before.

You, not realizing that the dog is now a cat, think something must be desperately wrong with it. It seems so antisocial, so distant, sort of depressed. It won't go on family outings. Since you're the one who raised it, taught it to fetch and stay and sit on command, you assume that you did something wrong. Flooded with guilt and fear, you redouble your efforts to make your pet behave.

Only now you're dealing with a cat, so everything that worked before now produces the opposite of the desired result. Call it, and it runs away. Tell
it to sit, and it jumps on the counter. The more you go toward it, wringing your hands, the more it moves away.

Instead of continuing to act like a dog owner, you can learn to behave like a cat owner. Put a dish of food near the door, and let it come to you. But
remember that a cat needs your help and your affection too. Sit still, and it will come, seeking that warm, comforting lap it has not entirely forgotten. Be there to open the door for it.

One day your grown-up child will walk into the kitchen, give you a big kiss and say, "You've been on your feet all day. Let me get those dishes for you."

Then you'll realize your cat is a dog again."

This post is dedicated to my dogs, I mean cats....I Love You!