These Days

We're in another one of those stretches where I can't seem to keep up - days turn into weeks and I look at the calendar and say, "It's MAY!  What happened to April?!?"

Sam came home from Cooking class today and showed me his latest creation.  He instantly began chowing - not even, I noticed, offering any of us a taste.  "So how was it?" I asked.

"Okay, I guess," he answered.

This was not the answer I expected from a boy so eager to give me onion chopping advice last week.  "Just okay?" I prompted.

"Well," he said, food tucked away in one cheek, "I discovered I like eating it more than cooking it."

Okay, maybe he is my son after all.

In other news, Anabelle's first words to me after preschool were, "Mom! Guess what? Juan Jose puked all over the back of my legs and shoes!"

She smiled at my gasp.  "It's okay," she explained, "they use lots of wipes  that kill all the germs, but they said I should change clothes when I got home."

I did a lot more than change her clothes.  Immediate bath followed by a ceremonial burning of the puked-on clothes (okay, I didn't go that far but I seriously considered it.)  

Then, she got the last Go-Gurt since it was the only yogurt on hand, and a chocolate milk loaded with probiotics.  "Score!" she said.  "That was totally worth it!"

Um... hmm... not sure I like that sentiment.

Katarina has grown what seems like a foot and is very nearly ready to pass me by.  Her band concert is coming up.  I'm hoping I'm fully ready - unlike last time.  Although, to be fair, at Sam's concert last night I saw a few tears coming out of Mike's eyes and discovered he was trying not to laugh.  We discovered that it's all about what you're prepared for...  those pesky expectations and all.

And speaking of expectations, I'm going to get myself some chocolate. Sam just informed me a ''Happy Mother's Day Week."  So I think I'll go enjoy it.