July 03, 2013

4th of July Week

We're at my folks' home and my son flew in for the 4th and the annual family reunion and ceilidh.

This past weekend, a couple girls from home went up to visit him at the University. Supposedly one of my son's roommates had bought a blow up mattress in case there were guests.

The following conversation occurred between Bones and Ringo with my sister and I looking on.

Bones: So where did you put that blow up mattress?

Ringo: They didn't use it.

Mo and I looked on.

Bones: Where did they sleep?

Ringo: In our beds.

Bones: So where did you sleep?

Mo quietly started to laugh and I grinned as Ringo just stared at him.

Ringo: In our beds.

Bones: OH!

We just watched as Ringo walked him down the path.

Later on he said it was terrible and hot. I didn't ask any questions about attire. There are things Moms don't want to know.

He and his roommate have been cooking dinner every Sunday night for friends. I have pix of kids crammed around their tables eating. The first Sunday was a baked ziti, the next Sunday he provided the side, an eggplant parmesan.

The girls at school who have known him since he was 5 are absolutely stunned he can cook and cook well. They had no idea.

Today he was ironing and I said something to which he replied, "Mom, I taught all my roommates how to iron. Please. This isn't amateur hour..."

He likes his Speech class and thinks his sociology class is boring and pointless. I said he needed to make a boring and pointless A.

The boys have enjoyed having their brother around. He's having a great time at school and seems... to really be using all the skills we taught him.

We'll see how it goes.

My sister was in town with her little people. They are now ages 2 and 4 and I forgot how noisy they are, but what funny things they come up with.

Family means that you can have toddlers and preschoolers in the house, throwing temper tantrums and screaming and when they leave, you only talk about the hysterically funny things they did.

And you miss them.

At the Ceilidh, my sister's eldest was sitting there quietly when suddenly she spotted that she was bleeding. Who knows, she scratched her leg or something.

Next thing we heard was a shriek, "I GOT BLOOD! I GOT BLOOD!" and then all hell broke loose.

I'm sorry, but who says that? We keep laughing and imitating.

We took the little ones to the beach. I call this Pig in the Hole.

Pig in a Hole.jpg

And the youngest is enthralled with this hat. I think it may be the big feather on the side. My Dad is repulsed as this is his outside work in the yard hat, which means it is usually covered in salt from all the sweat.

She doesn't care. She would not part with this hat, including the time she insisted if she was going to use the big potty, she had to wear the hat. Note that the tag is in the front...

a hat only a baby could love.jpg

Posted by Boudicca at July 3, 2013 10:44 PM

Just call her Minnie Pearl. haha

Posted by: Tina at July 6, 2013 11:46 PM

Or Mini Pearl, given her size.

I can't believe how they're growing up! The time, it flies...

Posted by: Elisson at July 7, 2013 09:29 AM

Oh my gosh I have gotten so behind on my reading (seems if I go out of town for a long weekend, I can't get caught up... but it could be some work drama too - LOL). Wow so Ringo is going for a summer semester. Good for him. Do they have kitchens in the dorms now? Damn I never had a kitchen in the dorms I stayed in.

Tell him that my son figured out that even when the classes are all pointless and boring, if you just pay attention that is usually enough to get you an A. ;)

Last college one... yes there is such a thing as TMI once they get to college. One of my daughter's friends wanted to tell me stuff when she was at our house - so often it was stuff I did NOT want to hear. heh.

And Minnie is just adorable.

Posted by: Teresa at July 8, 2013 10:56 AM

O'Malley seems to think when she wears my hat it makes her look like Jesse from Toy Story.

Posted by: Angus from Aberdeen at July 10, 2013 05:14 PM

You know... I didn't think about the Jesse thing and her obsession with Toy Story. Yet, there she is wearing her favorite Tshirt while wearing your salty hat.

Posted by: Bou at July 10, 2013 10:39 PM