cuteness to the max...

Mah-y (Mommy with a slur), I marry Flynn Rider. I braid my hair and marry him. Flynn Rider love me.

Mom: Oh Margaret, I love you so much.
Margie: I love you too.
Mom: I love you more.
Margie: Oh.

my boy...

He's a teenager. An actual teenager. 13 years old. He said he didn't really feel much difference today though. He still feels 12. I took him on a date yesterday after school. We went out to lunch first. Anywhere he wanted in this whole valley and he chose The Pizza Factory for their breadsticks. Alex and I have great conversations together. I really enjoy being around him. Just him. I was excited all morning waiting for our time together. I'm not sure that he was as excited as me, but I'd like to think so.

After lunch, we went to his first (aside from HP) pg-13 movie. Sherlock Holmes. I knew he would love it...and he did. He has already downloaded the theme song. I love that about Alex. He gets REALLY passionate and obsessive about things. I think it is so great that he loves instrumental/soundtrack stuff. He likes to listen while he writes his stories. I think they help his imagination feel more free. We walked around Walmart for a little while after the movie. He had received money from my parents and a friend at school and wanted to see if there was anything he felt like buying. He was bummed that there wasn't. He was almost willing to spend it on anything...just to spend it. We ran into a (girl) friend from school while we were there. Kessley. Cute, little Kessley. He was too embarrassed to talk to her, so I did. Then I told him that even if he was embarrassed, he still needed to say hi. I wanted him to understand that it could be seen as rude or potentially hurt her feelings. Then we talked about saving your money until you find something you REALLY want. Alex is reasonable. He and I can discuss things like this and he understands. He really does. He wants to be nicer. He wants to be more responsible. He wants to be good.

I think the happiest thing of the day for me was seeing him light up when he got home to his sisters. We all watched Tin-Tin together and had homemade cazookies. :) We never got around to pictures. I felt sad about it for a few minutes, then let it go. He has balloons, and next week, when the weather is nicer, we'll go out together without them, and have our own little teenage photoshoot. What a handsome, great kid. I am so blessed.  

sad margs...

Margaret had a melt down in the car today. A total come-apart. She's a 2 year old of very little tantrums. The thing with Margaret is that I can trick her out of a fit. She can be sidetracked and the fit never really ends up happening. Today in the car, it was less of a fit, and more of a seriously sad little girl. She had just eaten a Hershey's Kiss, we were finishing up a few things around town...and it started. I thought she was sick to her stomach, so Molly handed her a Target bag. She kept crying that she wanted to go home and that she wanted her Daddy. It was one of those times where I just couldn't figure out the problem and the more upset she got, the more sad I got. We decided to call Daddy on the speaker phone. Once she calmed herself down enough to speak, she told him, through the tears..."Daddy, I have chocolate on my neengers!" Poor, poor girl. I will no longer drive around without wipies in my car.

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