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Tuesday, April 14th, 2015 08:09 am
Do you remember when he was The Small Boy?

The Small Boy is Wiser than his years

Today he turns 17.

I made him scones for breakfast and brownies for... breakfast. Also, made a different kind of scone because The Husband was sad that he doesn't love the scones AG33 loves.

Breakfast for a 17-year-old boy

Then I washed all the dishes, because that would be mean to make a bunch of birthday treats then say, "Have fun cleaning the kitchen!" :D

Then I washed allllll the dishes

Then I caught the later bus and train, because we do these things for the people we love.

I had one of each thing, though my Fitbit will be yelling at me all day about it. Especially since we are having our quarterly clerical Staff Meeting this morning and it will be breakfast foods, so GOD KNOWS what I will be cramming in my face! :D
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Thursday, December 5th, 2013 06:19 pm
AG33: Well, *something's* going to happen with this particle accelerator...
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Saturday, November 9th, 2013 08:56 am
After a failed attempt last month, on Monday, AG33 passed the exam for his learner's permit. For those of you who met him when I started on LJ, he is now 15 1/2. Yes. You are old now.

Anyway, first driving lesson was this morning. HILARIOUS! Poor thing. I didn't forget, exactly, but I wasn't completely prepared for how alien to AG33 simple steering would be. I don't even remember when I didn't know how to steer, as I was mowing the lawn on the riding mower for years before I ever got in a car. We used the high school parking lot. We basically drove around in a big rectangle just long enough for him to really straighten out, touch the gas, then brake a bit before making the turn at the end. There were some squirrels and crows mixing in to give him something to think about, but honestly, I was the only one watching for other cars or whatever. He's totally not able to think about steering and watching other traffic yet. Still, it was a productive lesson. By the time we were done, he was fairly naturally steering hand over hand (he started by pushing the wheel, barely moving his hands) and he was able to make the turns a few times with no coaching from me. We also worked a little on gentle braking. That IS a skill I remember my mom teaching me. He was able to do that fairly well, too, by the time we were done. It was awesome and hilarious and we had a good time, but he was ready to be done after about 50 minutes. *pets him*

As I drove us home, he said, "Wow, I have so much more respect for you, Mommy." :D
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Wednesday, July 31st, 2013 10:03 am
I forced AG33 to make banana bread. Bananas were ready, and I was busy. He hates banana bread and wanted to make brownies. He undertook his task with poor grace.

"Stupid, stupid mixing bowl. Stupid, stupid mashed bananas. I think I'm about to explode this egg."

*presses nose to lid of Tungsten to watch the beaters spin*

"Which one is little t again?"

"Now I have to dry my stupid hands. Stupid flour."

"Ew! Bananas! Bananas are so, so gross!"

"Oh, crap." (Upon dumping salt everywhere.)

I ignored him. Mostly. Sort of. Maybe I will make brownies for him later when I have more time.
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Saturday, July 6th, 2013 06:13 pm
The Barbarian: Mommy, I'm done.

[Gets up from table. Hugs me. Rubs PARMESEAN CHEESE COVERED FACE ON MY FLEECE.]

Me: Ew! You're covered in cheese! Do you have a napkin?!?!

The Barbarian: I'm covered in cheese?!

AG33: I need to heat up my pizza.

[Barbarian goes to peer at her reflection in the fridge door. I go get her a napkin.]

Me: Wipe your face.

The Barbarian: There's no cheese!

[Barbarian goes to window. I chase her waving a napkin.]

Me: That's because you probably put it all on me! WIPE YOUR FACE YOU MANIAC! Do you want some orange juice?

[AG33 puts pizza in microwave. I get OJ from fridge.]

Me: Barbarian! Do you want OJ?

The Barbarian: There's no cheese on my face!

[I shake OJ at Barbarian]

The Barbarian: Yes!

[I get glass for OJ. AG33 walks over to get a glass.]

[AG33 reaches around me into cabinet.]

AG33 [Frankenstein voice]: WOR TOR!

Why, family? Why?
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Friday, June 14th, 2013 01:00 pm
AG33 has been home almost all day. Only one exam today, he was dismissed from school at 9:20. He's been playing Ratchet multi-player and keeping up a running narration about his fellow players and their behavior. I'm about to forbid him from telling me anything more about it. *eyes him*
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Wednesday, April 17th, 2013 07:03 pm
AG33 and I have been helping Husband to achieve level 20 in Assassin's Creed Revelations multiplayer for a trophy needed to get platinum in the game. (I personally enjoy Deathmatch.)

AG33, home from school on Monday, was playing and I was getting the running commentary about his battles for this haystack. I think he was ignoring the actual objectives of Chest Capture just because it was etertaining to fight over the haystack. *eyes son*

Later, I happened to walk by just as the other team made an ill-fated attempt to capture his team's chest while his whole team was standing around it. They killed two of the other team, then they were having a festival of ground finishes. *facepalm* I could not stop laughing. I know it sounds horribly violent, but it feels more like a ridiculous game of tag than kicking the corpses, really...
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Wednesday, April 17th, 2013 07:02 pm
AG33 turned FIFTEEN this weekend. In case anyone remembers the antics of The Small Boy and wants to feel old.

Fifteen is the scariest number yet by far. However, it's also kind of exciting. I'm already planning driving instruction strategies...
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Wednesday, April 17th, 2013 07:01 pm
Yesterday, AG33 accused me of making up the word fungible. I was outraged!
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Monday, March 4th, 2013 06:40 am
The Barbarian got a pack of new socks at Costco on Saturday.

At the checkout, she grabbed them and stuck them in her coat. Full of giggles. So AG33 and I are grabbing them back and she's grabbing them back from the conveyor and finally she shrieked "FINE!" and let them be rung up by the clerk.

Then she grabbed them back as we were leaving, putting them back under her coat. I pointed them out to the gentleman at the door. *rolls eyes* On the way to the car she pronounced herself Shoplifting Girl. Who is a superhero. "She saves lives! AND SHE SHOPLIFTS!"

The kids got in the car, and while I was loading the stuff in the back, they decided that Shoplifting Girl was the sidekick of Theft Lady...
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Saturday, February 16th, 2013 12:31 pm
The Barbarian [sleepy soft just woke up]: Wha?!
AG33 [zombies to The Barbarian] [ROBOT HUG]
The Barbarian: I'm not exactly sure I like this.
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Wednesday, December 26th, 2012 08:40 am
ME [EYEING BAG OF LIMONCELLOS FROM MY STOCKING]: Should I have one of those booze soaked chocolates while I'm driving in the snow?

AG33 [EXTREMELY EXASPERATED]: No, Mommy. You can eat that after you get to work.

I like the way this boy thinks! :D
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Monday, December 17th, 2012 07:13 pm
The Barbarian was imaginary cooking. She tried to get AG33 to help. He poured imaginary eggs and milk over his head, full of imaginary salmonella. Now he is suffering with the imaginary salmonella symptoms. *eyes them* Have I instilled too much food safety awareness?
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Wednesday, November 23rd, 2011 06:58 am
From AG33, via that comic strip he likes: There's no I in team, but there are two Us in shut up.
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Tuesday, November 15th, 2011 06:28 pm
AG33 was signing a field trip form.

He said, "So this is where I sign to promise not to burn down the place we're going to?"

And I agreed. "Or blow up the bus."

"Why would I blow up the bus? That's my getaway car."
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Saturday, February 11th, 2006 08:33 pm
Small Boy is a newly minted 8th kub yellow belt. It looks good on him!

It was a long and tedious day, but I'm still a pround Mommy.

Thanks to the hard work of sicky husband, who was too icky to go to work, but not too icky to poke around the house, we are mostly unpacked and put away.

And it did indeed snow today. The forcast was for 1-10 inches. Pretty much covered all their bases, there, didn't they? Why didn't they just say, we don't have a clue what's going to happen, see you tomorrow? :)
muck_a_luck: (Little Devil)
Monday, January 9th, 2006 10:20 am
On Sunday, the Carolina Panthers played the New York Giants.

On the scoreboard they were CAR and NYG.

Small Boy said, "Carnage!" *snickers*
muck_a_luck: (Little Devil)
Saturday, December 24th, 2005 08:08 am
As parents we have a bit of a tactical problem this Christmas.

Christmas is tomorrow. Not today. That gyps Small Boy out of a whole playing day.

I should say that at my house we were all about Christmas Day. Not even one Christmas Eve present, which I know is a very common tradition. But Husband proposed that this year we more or less evenly spread the presents over two days, with family presents getting opened today and Santa presents being opened tomorrow.

I have agreed to the plan, though with some misgivings. Small Boy is getting four Lego sets of over 1000 pieces each, plus a bunch of small ones, and I know tha ttomorrow he would be completely overwhelmed. But still, I am not totally happy about it either.

However, we are not treating today like Christmas morning. Husband has not leapt from bed to have early morning present opening. So Small Boy is being forced to exercise great reserves of patience, peering at the presents and trying to guess what they are without touching them.

So, last night we decided what was going to be from Santa and what was going to be from us, then we wrapped it all. Santa gets his wrapping from Defenders of Wildlife and the WWF, in case you didn't know! :) Probably he gets older kids gift memberships, so he gets lots of the thank-you gifts, including the holiday cards and gift wrap...

One thing that I think might be unique to parenthood is being Santa. I have always loved it, the sneaking and the wrapping and the delivery of the presents after the Small Boy is asleep. I have been wondering how long to perpetrate the lie, and Cellmate says that she thinks that he has a couple more years left. I know I found out pretty early. I seem to think it was when I was six. Funny, Husband used to be ready to tell him any day, but this year seemed to be on the side of letting him believe in Santa a while longer. He said that the reason he hadn't told him years before, however, was mostly so that Small Boy wouldn't proceed to tell all his friends and get us in trouble with other parents.

Oddly, Small Boy figured out the Tooth Fairy - one of his friends told him - but he has either forgotten that, or else hasn't extrapolated it yet.

He's now practicing his tae kwon do and yelling at the top of his lungs. I think I should go and intervene.

Anyway, Christmas related rambling...
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Saturday, December 10th, 2005 03:07 pm
We're back!

Well, at least I am. Small Boy is at overnight birthday celebration.

He passed! :) He is now a 9th Kub High White Belt, first actual rank in the do jang.

And he was an adorable crowd pleaser, as if you wouldn't have expected that from him? :)

First, they were supposed to yell, "Sir!" really loud when they were called to line up for their exam group. Most of the kids didn't yell that loud. Small Boy yelled really loud, but also kinda late. *snickers* So everyone laughed at the cuteness.

The couple sitting next to me had their son in the next group, so they picked out Small Boy to watch in his group. The cooed over his cute well-behavedness. They snickered at how he nearly kicked himself over on his kicks. It was funny, cause they didn't know I was his mom, and they were also pretty snide, so I got to hear their honest opinions before he finally turned around and waved at me and they clued in. *eg*

It was clear that Master Nem was very pleased with him when he went up to the table for his one-on-one evaluation, though that was private between the masters and the students. Then, when the Grand Master asked the whole group, "Why do we yell?" Small Boy's hand shot up. The Grand Master picked him, and he gave a very good answer. The Grand Master positively beamed, and the whole crowd clapped.

Then, in a last moment of drama noticed only by me (not even by Small Boy), he was called the very last for his belt.

Watching the other belts was fun. The high white belts had to do "promise sparring." One partner would attack with five kicks, while the defending partner blocked the kicks, then they would switch. The masters kept them going for quite a while. I hate to say this, but it was very cute and quite hilarious. This was mainly because it was mostly pretty small kids, thought there were two grown men passing this belt, and they were hilarious to watch, but less cute, and more kinda scary! :) I happened to glance up at Master Nem at the examiners table and she was absolutely laughing her ass off.

Small Boy was just aglow at the end. The Grand Master admonished the kids to go and show their love and appreciation to their families when the exam was over and he positively tackled me at the end (not that he doesn't do that half the time any, silly child). He was so thrilled. "I can't believe I'm a 9th Kub!"

I thought it was very interesting. The Grand Master was just thrilled with the low belts at their graduation, just telling them to be sure to yell and to love on their parents when they were done. He was very stern with the rising green belts, admonising them to work harder and concentrate more and generally hardly said anything positive to them before they got their blue belts. I don't know if this was because they really had been relatively disappointing, or if it was because he feels the need to be harder on the older/more advanced students.

Anyway, it was great, but it took forever, and I also thought the parents could have been a bit more respectful. There was a lot of smart-assed muttering in the crowd about this and that. But the kids were having a great time and doing a great job.

Took Small Boy for lunch at Wendy's after, as he had only a half bowl of oatmeal for breakfast and the exam wasn't over til 2pm. He's so happy. I'm so proud of him! :)
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Friday, November 18th, 2005 10:08 am
Small Boy announced at 8:27am that he needed lunch money.

There was no cash in the house. I would have sent him to school with whatever boxed lunch I could slap together, but today's their big Thanksgiving lunch, and I felt like he shouldn't miss it.

So I stomped and cursed and yelled, and Small Boy whimpered and I was mean.

The bank was farther than the grocery store, so we went there, me grumping the whole way.

I got myself some juice and some chocolate and some breakfast treats, and still grumping, I got Small Boy a donut.

I told him that even though some people were naughty and should have told some other people about the fact that they needed lunch money last night, some people still couldn't help spoiling other people by buying them donuts when they didn't deserve it.

He gave me a weak little smile.

Then, in the car, he said, "Did you buy me a donut to make up for your attitude on the way here?"

I said, "No, I bought you a donut to tell you that even if you deserved my attitude I love you anyway."