April 12, 2010

Shooting, Curing, Honoring and Sneetching

In reflection, it has been rather crazy here. I just have been... going with the flow.

My two eldest boys are going to away camp for Boy Scouts this summer and last week, set about choosing the merit badges that they will earn.

Ringo signed up for... shotgun shooting, muzzle loading and... medicine.

I'm trying to make the correlation and have been unable to connect the third of those three dots. At work, however, the guys have decided Ringo would like to know how to mend what he shoots... perhaps so he can shoot them again.

Meanwhile, Mr. T signed up for Reptile and Amphibian studies among other things, and said Merit Badge requires the looking after of a reptile or amphibian for 30 days.


I am in the process of trying to borrow a snake from someone. As a last resort, I think we have the prospects of sitting for a turtle, but I'm afraid the turtle owner will make us keep it whereas I feel certain the snake owner, if willing to part with the pet, will WANT us to return it.

This could be interesting...

Mr. T also made National Junior Honor Society, we found out today! It is more than grades, he had a packet of information to fill out regarding his community service, leadership skills, letters of recommendation etc. He spent HOURS putting it together, with my guidance. It's the first time he's ever applied for anything, so I directed him and gave suggestions on organization and then he took off and got it together.

I am really really proud of him. I've heard horror stories of good kids not getting in and was unsure of the process, but I've heard they've really worked on making it very concrete and not subjective and I was pleased.

He's a great and driven kid.

Meanwhile, we find out about Bones and whether he gets into the art school with all the other plain bellied sneetches tomorrow or the Wednesday. (I've taken to thinking of him as a sneetch as of late...)

From the wonderful Dr. Seuss:

When the Star Belly Sneetches had frankfurter roasts
Or picnics or parties or marshmallow toasts,
They never invited the Plain-Belly Sneetches
They left them out cold, in the dark of the beaches.
They kept them away. Never let them come near.
And thatís how they treated them year after year.

And although the other kids are pretty nice to Bones, society in general has problems with plain bellied sneetches. Tomorrow is the day... I am a wreck.

He is oblivious.

If you were to come into my home, you'd see my eldest one eating or playing the drums, my 2nd son is eating or outside playing basketball (he's on a basketball jag) and Bones is zigzagging amongst them all while on in-line skates.

We no longer walk through the house... we skate everywhere. It's like being in one of those odd 50's diners where you're served by folks wearing skates.

He is still learning how to juggle... it's like living with a trained bear.

And the funny thing about Bones being Bones and my other two being older, is they completely get the absurdity of what occurs in our home and they openly laugh. Before, they didn't get it; they thought everyone was like we are, with our little boy of sunshine and daisies.

But they get it now.

And as Bones says something or does something that keeps me stoic thinking, "No. He did NOT", you can often look to my other two boys trying to look stoic as well, but if you look carefully, you'll see the corners of their mouths twitch. When Bones is out of earshot, it's not uncommon to see Mr. T put his face in his hands or Ringo look at me and say, 'Did that just happen?"

Case in point, on Thursday, I was taking the two older boys to Scouts. I backed the car up and pointed it down the driveway, to find Bones standing at the end getting the recycle bins.

He was dancing.

And I don't mean swaying back and forth, I mean full on, legs stomping, arms in the air waving, fingers snapping, head bobbing... dancing.

I kept my foot on the brake and stared.

As did the older boys.

I finally broke the silence and said, "Is he wearing an iPod?"

Mr. T: I'm not seeing one.

Me: What is he doing?

Ringo: He's dancing.

Me: Am I missing something?

Mr. T and Ringo: Uhhh... I don't think so.

Ringo: Sunshine and Daisies, Mom.

So slowly I crept my van down to the bottom where unbeknownst to him I stopped again, I rolled down my window and said, "Bones!"

And he was so into his head, singing and dancing to himself, he completely did not realize I was there. He jumped, looked at me and I continued, "Dude, are you hearing music I'm not hearing?"

He said, "You didn't hear me singing too?"

Evidently... I didn't. Sunshine and daisies, that kid can keep himself thoroughly entertained... all by... himself.

And below is the note he left today on my garage door leading to the house as he stayed home today sick as a dog. Or sick as a skating, dancing, singing dog... It still remains on the door. The older boys keep laughing.

Fingers crossed... he so needs to be with those other plain bellied sneetches.

(The ref to the eyes hurting is the fact he's having eye problems due to pollen.)

Bones Sick Note Small.jpg

Posted by Boudicca at April 12, 2010 04:54 PM

I've got every appendage crossed for Bones. I know you'll deal with it if he doesn't get in, but oh I am praying hard for you both.

Posted by: Teresa at April 12, 2010 10:26 PM

I hope he gets in, Bou!!! From your description, he sounds like Snoopy, dancing in his own world :)

Love the note, too. Does he get migraines, by any chance? Our youngest son does, and they can be miserable. He always wants us to be quiet and leave him alone when he gets them. Just wondering.

Posted by: PeggyU at April 13, 2010 02:47 AM

Teresa- The mail should tell us today. I am so praying. I want this to work... I so want this to work for him and for us.

Peggy- He does not get migraines. He's having an eye issue due to pollen and as I say to him, "He's got a case of the blinkies" which is unfortunately becoming a habit now. So I have some drops we use that is helping, but it's really really bad this year, the allergies.

My eldest appears to be becoming prone to migraines. I'm waiting. I get them so I figure one of my kids would probably inherit the tendancy, but so far, only Ringo gravitates to a quiet dark room with advil and sleep for 12 straight hours. We'll see...

Posted by: Bou at April 13, 2010 05:52 AM

it's been a hellatious allergy season this year

fingers crossed that he gets into the school

Posted by: wRitErsbLock at April 13, 2010 08:59 AM

Keeping fingers and toes crossed for Bones.

I think Ringo may go Military and become a navy medic. Just a thought.

As for Ringo - you all would rather borrow a snake than a turtle? A SNAKE???? Bless you for that.

Posted by: jck at April 13, 2010 12:14 PM

You are one brave lady...with three cool kids.

Posted by: Mrs. Who at April 13, 2010 12:36 PM

We were at Scouts, I turned in his Merit Badge paperwork and the Scout advisor said, "Bou, you do know he has to keep a reptile or amphibian for 30 days, right?" What was I going to say then, no? I mean, this is SCOUTING. He's supposed to be learning. So I couldn't very well say, "Oh, crap, Cross that out. I can't have a snake in my house, and I don't want anything with a heartbeat that needs care..."

When seriously, inside, there was a voice nobody else could hear screaming, "NOOOOO!" My reflection in the mirror probably looked like that famous painting, 'The Scream'.

And of course I'm cataloguing all this so one day when they have kids and they tell me they don't have time to do a, b, or c or there is no way they're letting their kid do x, y, or z, I can say, "Don't.you.dare. I let you skate in my home, we raised hamsters, we did an infinite number of science projects, I took you camping (ALONE!) and learned how to set up a tent, I've been hiking with you, and I've had rock bands in my garage. I've schlepped you to music lessons, singing lessons, and drama lessons. We've been in every possible sport from soccer to baseball to everything in between. I've played ridiculous games, been some lead singer in an awful video game called guitar hero, and crawled out from under my rock to sit down and watch an awful show with you called American Idol. Suck it up, Bucko!"


I've checked the mailbox three times. Could I be obsessing?

Posted by: Bou at April 13, 2010 01:01 PM

He's IN!!!

Posted by: Bou at April 13, 2010 02:22 PM


Posted by: Web at April 13, 2010 02:53 PM

Fabulous! I should tell you though, that I am also cool and awesome! I am...please let Bones know that he is not alone. As for the singing and full on dancing? The Boy does that as well. The other day I caught him in the shower singing Greased Lightning and doing the arm dances while shaking his little nekkid butt...I love being the mom to a boy.

Posted by: Oddybobo at April 13, 2010 02:59 PM

OMG!!!! WOOOOOOHOOOOOO!!!!! I was almost afraid to check back here today. OMG I'm so happy for you all! But you most especially. I know this will take such a load off your shoulders. Whew!

Posted by: Teresa at April 13, 2010 08:02 PM

I am so happy for you and most especially for Bones! I am humming the theme song from the old TV series Fame....picturing Bones in a school full of other creative spirits....this is so exciting!

PS: Please post pics of the snake, when you get it.


Posted by: Mary at April 13, 2010 09:44 PM