LOL yoda and tentacles

I just have to share a couple of interesting conversations I've had with my, now, 7 almost 8 year old son.

We were in my bedroom, I was folding laundry and he came in asking about our ipad. I asked him where is say it last. He responded by saying "I saw it last on that thing, by the bears, pictures and yoda." I jerked my head up at what he said and asked "yoda?". I looked at where he was pointing and saw he was pointing to my dresser where two teddy bears sat, next to a frame with a couple of pictures and a statue of Buddha.

Late one night, I was watching Bizzare Foods and my son sat next to me as Andrew was about to take a bite out of a BLT (Bacon, Lettuce and Testicles). So I groaned "testicles?" and Cairo repeated "testicles?". I asked him, "Do you know what testicles are?" and he kinda thought about it for a second and say "oh yea, they are octopuses arms." I never laughed so hard in my life! I gave him a hug, kiss and told him I loved him. I of course explained the difference between testicles and tentacles at which point he covered himself up and asked "eww who would eat porrongas?!?!" "Porrongas" is the term grandpa has used to refer to man parts and it just stuck.

I really do love my little monkey boy. I don't know what my life would be like without him and I don't care to know.

OMG...I'm tired.

It's been a while since I've posted on this blog. I've actually been working on a 3rd blog :| I know, I know....I don't have time for the other two and now I've got a third. oh well...what can I do?

I've actually been really busy with work and home lately. The only times I've been able to blog about anything has been during my breaks at work but now I've gotten so busy at work that breaks are now as scarce as my time.

I've officially become a soccer mom! I signed up my son for soccer this summer. It's his first time playing the sport and he's ubber excited. We are about three weeks in and we're scheduled to go until the end of August. He's got practice 4 days a week and has a game every week, so that's 5 days a week of soccer!!

He had been signed up for baseball last summer but we quickly realized that was not for him. He was diagnosed with ADHD this spring and now we know why baseball was not working for us. Let me say, soccer has been amazing for him so far. He's a newbie, and you can tell but he's doing much better this summer. He has no time to get bored. In baseball he would literally play with the dirt, his mind would be elsewhere constantly, it was very frustrating. Now with soccer he is constantly on the run doing drills etc... I'm loving it...but I'm tired.

For the last week and a half, DH (dear hubby) has been out of town for work. He's not scheduled to come home for another week and a half....which means I'm on double duty. Now that my son  is on summer vacation, it's not as stressful buuuut....we...and by we I mean me...are on the go go go!

Weekdays are the craziest. We are up in the morning, I get us breakfast, prepare my lunch for work, get showered, get his soccer gear together and get us ready to get out the door. He gets dropped off at grandmas or aunties and I head to work. I get out at about 4:30-5pm, call ahead to make sure my son is changed into his soccer cloths. When I get to him I get his shin guards, socks and soccer shoes on him, get his stuff head out the door to get him to practice by 6pm. That's 4 days a week. Practice runs for 2 hours....yes...2 hours. It's not convenient for me to leave him there then go home....by the time I get home, I'd have to be on my way to pick him up again so I just wait for him. We get home by 8:30-9pm, he get's in the shower (very reluctantly every single time), I make him something light to eat...wash dishes from the morning and get him into bed hopefully before 10pm. This is 4 weekdays a week.

The other week day, is pretty much the same thing only we have therapy instead of soccer. Saturday, I try (and have miserably failed) to clean up the house and do laundry and Sunday we go grocery shopping, more laundry and soccer game. I have to admit, there have been some nice upsides to all this madness:

1. My monkey boy has something to do this summer that is good for him and he enjoys it.
2. I don't have to cook dinner every night and as a result have lost some weight :)
3. I exercise during soccer practice...I walk and I walk and I walk...which has contributed to the whole weight loss thing...double bonus!!

So yeah...I'm tired. I don't know how single working parents do it. I have a new found respect for them all, moms and dads.

Voltron!!!!!

Cairo recently gave me the title of the most awesome mom ever, why?  Because I've introduced him to Voltron.  It all started with a borrowed DVD from my brother, since then Cairo has been obsessed with Voltron. 

"Mom I want a Voltron"

"I'm super sad because I don't have a Voltron"

"When are you going to buy me a Voltron?"

On and on he goes, morning after morning, day after day.  For those of you who don't know a Voltron toy can cost up to $400 bucks.  It's vintage and I'm not buying a $400 toy knowing it will be destroyed within minutes.  The wonderful news is that Voltron was remade by NickToons so I thought "Great! They should have some Voltron toys for sale."  Uh no....I've gone to every store every known to humanity and not a single one has a Voltron Force toy.

Finally my Aunt said "Why don't you tell them they've run out?".  So I took her advise I told him Voltron is MIA in the stores....let me tell you.  It was worse than the day I told him about Jose.  So after that all I heard was

"Mom, now I'm sad about two things. Dad and Voltron"


"I can't believe I don't have a Voltron or my Dad"

So I made it my mission to find this child a Voltron toy for Christmas.  I looked at every online store, Googled night and day and I finally came across a Voltron toy for my monkey on this website....they are sold out.  I had finally given up until one day I mentioned to my co-worker how bummed I was I couldn't find a Voltron toy for Cairo.  He did a Google search and low and behold he found one.  He sent me the link and I bought it right there and then.  Voltron has arrived and is patiently waiting to surprise Cairo on Christmas morning.  Of course I can't tell Cairo that so I've been playing along with his own search for Voltron.  Here is him after day 1 of trying to find Voltron:

Day 2 didn't look any better:

He's given up for now....but I just can't wait for Christmas to get here!!!  I believe I shall be retitled as the Bestest Queen Mom of the world after he opens that last present.

Guards arrest that girl!!

This morning was an emotional one.  As I'm driving Cairo to school all he could talk about was his dad.  That in itself was difficult to deal with but then we got to the school yard.

Usually I let Cairo mingle with his classmates while they wait for their teacher. I stand in front of the line while he goes off and talks with his little friends.  Today though one moment he was with a small group of kids then I didn't see him anymore.  I started to walk down the line looking at every child to find him.  It didn't take long, he was in the front of the line with his head down.  I crouched down and asked him what was wrong.  He had tears rolling down his cheeks then he just buried himself in my arms.  I asked him:

 "What happened pappi??"

 He didn't respond and I asked him again.

Then he responded "She yelled at me".

I immediately thought "Who was the bitch that yelled at my baby?!?!?", so I asked "Who did pappi?".

"The girl over there"  I turned and wanted to growl like lioness protecting her cub, it was another first grader, so I held back the growl.

"What did she say to you?"

"She said to get in line"

Of course, I relaxed at this but my instinct was to yell out "Guards arrest that girl!!"

I held my cuddly cub until his teacher came out. She asked what had happened so I explained.  Cairo had tears just rolling down his cheeks and was holding on to me. I'm sure he was upset but now he was also embarrassed. Even the teachers heart broke, she asked him if he wanted to go with her while holding out her hand. He said yes and took it.

I did my best to explain to him that some kids just want to be bosses and tell other kids what to do but all we can do is ignore them and we shouldn't let them get to us.  That's easier said than done.  Cairo is not one for confrontations, he can't handle them and I can't handle having little monkeys, that barely learned how to wipe their own butts, pushing him around. What is a parent to do?

Conversations with a 5 year old

On our way to a friends house:

Cairo: Mom, where are we going?
Me: Bertins house.
Cairo: Oh. *pause* Do you even know how to get to Adans house?
Me: Um...no.  We're not going to Adans house.
Cairo: Whose Adan?

I turn and look at my sister-in-law in the passenger side:
Me: Did that just happen?
Sis: Yes.

***
An hour and a half after breakfast:

Cairo: Now can I have something to eat?
Me: You can have a granola bar from the pantry.

He pitter patters to the pantry.

Cairo: I can't see it!!!!
Me: What do you mean you can't see it?
Cairo: I can't see it cuz I don't want it!!!

We give each other a long look.

Cairo: Can I have one of those? *Pointing to my attain bars*
Me: No.
Cairo: What are they for?
Me: They make your pansity feel full so you don't eat later.

He looks at me like "why wouldn't you want to eat later?", head tilt and every thing.

Cairo: Can I have chocolate?

***

Driving to an appointment:

Cairo:  Mom am I a part of you?
Me: Yes a part of me and papi.
Cairo: Oh I get it! So when you die you will keep living in me because I am a part of you and you are a part of me!
Me: Umm yeah that's a good way of looking at it.

This was one of those jaw dropping moments where I didn't know what to say but was shocked at the words coming out his mouth.

Cairo in stealth mode

My son is 5 years old and thinks it's hilarious to pop out of places and scare me.  He goes as far as trying to be very ninja like and creeps his way to the right position.


Usually when I'm on my bed checking stuff out on my laptop he'll crawl his way to the edge of the bed, climb onto the bed and will get as close as inches from from my face, all completely "unnoticed" mind you, and "scare" the daylights out of me.  He just rolls over laughing while I pretend to be terrified.


I just had to recreate one of the last times he was stealthy at my parents house. 

Imagine him wearing a bright yellow shirt:

I love my baby!