Apologies for Not Being Around
Jul. 22nd, 2017 01:17 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
lydamorehouseMason will be fourteen on Monday. It’s kind of hard to believe that I have a high schooler in the house.
On the other hand, I like teenagers. Maybe I will live to regret the words I just typed, but I will confess that my very least favorite stage in child development is everyone else’s absolute favorite: infancy.
Babies? Not for me. You can keep the “new baby smell” and the diapers and the once every two hours feeding schedule. I like young people when I can have a talk with them. Pretty much the instant they’re able to communicate, I’m there. I quite like the stage where they hand you random things and you suggest, “Oh, you’re giving me an apple?” and they sternly correct you, “No, moose.” Because, you know: toddler brain. But, that delights me. Plus, they just grow more interesting, IMHO, the more they age.
Even though he’s moody af sometimes, I’m happy to have a clever, bright young adult at home.
My folks came up to celebrate early. We had a good time. Friday night we met them at their hotel and ordered Red's pizza. Mason got to open his present, which was from all of us: a Nintendo Switch. He was so excited by it (and the new Zelda game) he lost track of time playing it and ended up staying up all night. This morning, my folks came by ours and we went off to the Good Will Outlet. That's always an experience. It's the sort of place where you pay by the POUND. Shawn gets a ton of fabric for her rugs this way, and we usually actually find a few shirts and whatnot for me to wear. The outlet is a little different from the experience of a regular thrift store because nothing has been processed yet at all--except in the barest minimum of ways: all the clothes are together, all the non-clothes are together. That's it. Sometimes stuff is still in the paper or garbage bags that people donated them in. We were there when the outlet first opened and there were only the hardcore sifters there. I watched people just take handfuls of stuff and shove them into their shopping cars--I presume to sort later, though maybe, like us, these were people who wanted fabric of any kind. I'm not sure. It's quite the experience. I highly recommend it.
Mason and Shawn are both napping now. My folks have left and the temperature is climbing. I'm thinking about joining everyone in the "cool room."
On the other hand, I like teenagers. Maybe I will live to regret the words I just typed, but I will confess that my very least favorite stage in child development is everyone else’s absolute favorite: infancy.
Babies? Not for me. You can keep the “new baby smell” and the diapers and the once every two hours feeding schedule. I like young people when I can have a talk with them. Pretty much the instant they’re able to communicate, I’m there. I quite like the stage where they hand you random things and you suggest, “Oh, you’re giving me an apple?” and they sternly correct you, “No, moose.” Because, you know: toddler brain. But, that delights me. Plus, they just grow more interesting, IMHO, the more they age.
Even though he’s moody af sometimes, I’m happy to have a clever, bright young adult at home.
My folks came up to celebrate early. We had a good time. Friday night we met them at their hotel and ordered Red's pizza. Mason got to open his present, which was from all of us: a Nintendo Switch. He was so excited by it (and the new Zelda game) he lost track of time playing it and ended up staying up all night. This morning, my folks came by ours and we went off to the Good Will Outlet. That's always an experience. It's the sort of place where you pay by the POUND. Shawn gets a ton of fabric for her rugs this way, and we usually actually find a few shirts and whatnot for me to wear. The outlet is a little different from the experience of a regular thrift store because nothing has been processed yet at all--except in the barest minimum of ways: all the clothes are together, all the non-clothes are together. That's it. Sometimes stuff is still in the paper or garbage bags that people donated them in. We were there when the outlet first opened and there were only the hardcore sifters there. I watched people just take handfuls of stuff and shove them into their shopping cars--I presume to sort later, though maybe, like us, these were people who wanted fabric of any kind. I'm not sure. It's quite the experience. I highly recommend it.
Mason and Shawn are both napping now. My folks have left and the temperature is climbing. I'm thinking about joining everyone in the "cool room."