Serious Moments...

Ok...So Dyl is not a talker...unless he's trying to joke about something. Dyl doesn't like to talk about what he did at school or how his day went. I can't ever get him to open up about how he feels about a lot of things. According to Dr. Phil it's my responsibility to raise my child to be an adult and, one of women's biggest complaints is that their husbands don't like to talk or communicate. I know I'm trying to turn nature around, but I came up with a little game we play at night after we read books. I have a little light thing and, as we lie in Dyl's bed, we ask each other questions. Whoever has the light gets to ask the question. This is a good way to connect and communicate with Dyl and to see what's on his mind. Tonight one of my questions was, "What are you really good at doing or what is your best talent?" Since this is usually a more serious time for us I was expecting something like--drawing, building, singing, dancing, football...But, no! I got the 'ole "I'm really good at peeing on the grass!" And, from what I hear from other moms...It only gets worse!

The Truth About Elves

While driving in the car the following conversation took place:
Dyl: Mom, have you ever seen the movie "Up?"
Mom: No, Dyl. Aunt Tracy took you to see that and Mom hasn't seen it yet.
Dyl: Well it's a GOOOOOD movie!
Mom: Maybe that's what I'll ask Santa Claus to give me for Christmas.
Dyl: Mom, Santa's elves can't make movies.
Mom: Yes they can...Elves can make anything they wanna make.
Dyl: Mom, you sure don't know much about elves. Geez! But think whatever you wanna think!

Would you like a little sugar with that?

It started out like any other ordinary day. The alarm clock went off. I went downstairs and packed Dyl's lunch and backpack for school, grabbed a Diet Coke out of the fridge, and came back upstairs to wake Dyl up to get ready before I had to work. Dyl is a little finicky in the mornings so I usually give him a few options as to what he wants for breakfast. He didn't sound too interested in any of the options so I gave him his clothes and told him to get dressed. (I've learned if he ain't hungry I ain't gonna force him to eat anything!) Leslie came and picked Dyl up for school and a little later I took a break. I walked in my bedroom and there was Dyl's breakfast all over my bed...M & M's and leftover fun-dips from Halloween, followed by his bag of dum-dum suckers he's been working on for a couple of months. I wonder if he at least had a glass of milk with that??? I bet Miss Joanne had a fun morning!