posted by Momo Fali on June 1, 2008
Our family took a road trip today and enjoyed a five mile hike through Ohio’s beautiful Hocking Hills.
Well, it wasn’t so much a hike as it was a lot of ups, downs, stepping over logs, tree roots and around massive rocks. We even had a run-in with a rabid raccoon.
There was a lot of climbing.
And, there was climbing…
Did I mention there was climbing?
Our five mile hike took us four hours.
When we got home I made an attempt to be funny and asked, “So, does anybody want to go for a walk?”
And, my nine year old daughter made me wish they could sell her pep-in-a-bottle, when she said, “I do!!”
posted by Momo Fali on May 29, 2008
Yesterday afternoon my Mom called and told me my Aunt M had passed away. It was unexpected, and as much as I tried to be strong I couldn’t hold things together.
My six year old son saw I was upset, came over to me and asked, “Why are you crying?”
I said, “Aunt M died today. Everything will be okay, but I’m crying because I’m going to miss her. I loved her very much and I was close to her.”
Then he climbed up on my lap, put his nose about an inch from mine and asked, “Were you close like this?”
posted by Momo Fali on May 27, 2008
I have mentioned before that our family is highly competitive. My husband is the worst of the bunch. Coming from a family of eleven, his sibling rivalries are taken to a much higher level. When I heard there was a movie coming out called There Will Be Blood, I thought it was a documentary filmed during a family game of Boggle.
Our nine year old daughter, who used to let her friends win just to be nice, is now changing her tune. As she has gotten older and has begun to play sports, I’ve noted a real ruthless streak in her. Now, with a Wii in the house her new attitude is win first, friends second.
Yesterday she was playing tennis with her Dad when she missed a ball and, as is customary, he began to rub it in her face. He saw the end was near and before going in for the kill he asked, “Do you smell that?”
And I realized my daughter has learned the first rule of competition is knowing how to talk smack when she replied, “I smell something. But, it’s not your victory.”
posted by Momo Fali on May 24, 2008
Because my six year old son has ear canals the size of a bug, and he produces a lot of wax, he has to go to the ENT roughly once a month for a thorough cleaning.
In order to be proactive about it, I am always looking for signs of wax build-up. For instance, when he starts asking, “What?” all the time, I know I need to schedule an appointment. Another indication is when worker bees start buzzing about his head.
But usually, I can see the wax. I give his earlobe a gentle pull and, more often than not, I’ll spy a gob that is screaming for me to pull it out. Though the last time I attempted to do that, I pushed it back in. Do you know how it feels to have an Otolaryngologist lecture you? I do.
So, I have to settle for pulling the lobe back to just look. I am constantly peeking in there and making comments about his ear wax.
Maybe I do it too often. Because when I was holding him the other night, he looked up at me and said, “Mom. You have some wax in your nostril.”
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