The adventures of Jack and Brian.....

I'm listening to one of those stories that come in the Wendy's kids meal- they're stories of The Magic TreeHouse. Actually, I'm not listening to the story, I can just hear it coming out of my boy's room. These stories are pretty cute and they start off by explaining that they are "the adventures of Jack and Annie".

So, I feel like around here, the adventures of Jack and Brian are the only way to describe how we make our way through the days.....

So, Saturday was my oldest's 6th birthday and the day started off by the first of probably 8-10 phone calls from my mother in law telling us she was on her way to our house but she was worried about the storm and how she was tired and all that. Well, we rushed around knowing that we had more than 3 hours of work to do on our house to pass the white glove test she usually gives us. You know, that slow glance around the house that says "I don't know how you pigs can live like this". She's just a joy to have as a mother in law and I really try to keep my opinions to myself so as not to cause more problems for my husband. He's the one that has to hear her if I say the "wrong" thing. He actually told me the other day...."I really don't think she likes you". Hmm. I then put on my "shocked" face. Oh wait! That was my "who gives a crap" face. Either one, I'm not surprised that she doesn't like me...we are complete opposites in probably every way possible. Well, she ended up not coming after all. I was sad....but not really. She could be a whole 'nother blog post all her own...and those who know me- you know its true. (How many of you just started singing the milli vanilli song? Don't be ashamed, I was singing it!)

So, back to my son's 6th birthday. We ran errands the first part of the day- went to BJs and then to Chipotle for lunch- I needed to buy him another pair of tennis shoes, so we walked down to Kohl's. On the way back, as we passed the pet store in the shopping center, Jack and I stopped to pet two cute Jack Russell's that were just on the way out of the store. Well, then we're getting ready to cross the street- in the crosswalk and everything- just like we're supposed to, and as we're about a quarter of the way across, a man in a Volvo, blows through the crosswalk. To my horror, my dear, sweet, loving son, hollers at the top of his lungs "DUMBASS!"
Yes, what a proud day as a mother- my child's first cuss word in public. I had that feeling of "Oh my Gosh, did I really hear that?" and I covered my mouth and then I covered his. I had my arm wrapped around his head and covered his mouth all the way to the car. I think I was in shock. I then asked him where he heard that word. He told me one of his friends had said it. So, I called his friend's father to give him a head's up. I wasn't trying to tattle, I thought it was kinda funny. But, I then talked to the Dad again today and my friend, his wife (she's out of town right now), had told her husband that I say that word all the time. You know, I didn't know I said it often....
I know I say "moron" a lot when I'm driving- and my son has picked that up- which I'm not proud of, but I didn't think I used "dumbass" . Hmmmmm. I guess maybe when I think I'm just thinking something, maybe I'm saying it outloud.....That same friend was in the car with me one day and my son called another driver a moron and I told him that it wasn't nice and blah, blah blah and how I didn't know where he got that from. Well, on our way back from where ever we had gone, I then called another driver a moron. Well, she's been teasing me like crazy since then. I guess this is more ammunition for her!!!

Look for the next installment of "The adventures of Jack and Brian" coming soon.....