How did the title roll of your mind's tongue? After I typed it, I asked B to read it and tell me what was unique about it. "It's not rhyming; that's words that end with the same sound," he said. "These words begin with the same sound. I know this! What. Is. It. Called?! It was even covered in Life of Fred, Mom." Well, that was good enough for me, that he recognized what I had done and I reminded him it's alliteration. Nows he mumbling, "Alliteration, alliteration, alliteration," while he sketches in his book so he'll get the term down. OK, English lesson over, now onto my post...
B is growing up just like I did - raised by parents who do not buy him a lot of things nor take him out frequently to "fun" places with admission prices. And as happens over and over again since I became a parent, I finally understand what I put my parents through and see things from their perspective, now my perspective. We don't try to keep up with the Jones because we can't. The hubs make a modest salary and I do not work outside of the home because we're homeschooling. We have to be very selective with our dollars and no child gives a rat's ass about that. LOL But what we do give B, and what my parents gave my brother and me, is time, attention, memories. We get creative with what we have and we have so much fun.
One weekend last month, the weather was not good for playing outside and B wanted to, "...go somewhere, do something..." A movie, a bounce house, laser tag, an amusement park were all things on his list. *sigh* The hubs took B to the living room in the front of the house to talk, watch the birds and wrestle. I decided to get busy in the family room in the back of the house. By saying "front of the house" and "back of the house", I make our house sound like it's either large or a restaurant. But our house is actually small, cozy, full of love and there is only 5' 8" of hallway from the living room to the family room. However, the hubs was able to keep B distracted enough to not pay attention to what I was doing. It must have been the weekend either before or after the latest Die Hard movie opened in theaters, because B was going on and on about wanting to go see it and cable stations was running marathons of the previous 4 Die Hard movies. B can take some violent movies but not others, and we weren't going to spend precious movie dollars on this movie and have to get up and leave. At home we can just turn the channel or stop the Netflix DVD if something is too much for him.
Beyoncé, on the far right, reigning over the kitchen. We popped popcorn (the old-fashioned way - on the stove, in one of our pots, with kernels bought in a bag at the store), watched the 1st 3 Die Hard movies (with breaks for more talks, laughs and wrestling), the hubs made cheeseburgers for dinner, I made Shamrock Shakes and we had to rebuild the fort at least a half dozen times because the cats kept jumping onto the top, which then pulled the chairs over onto us. For that reason, we scrapped our sleepover plans in the fort and had a sleepover in our bedroom, instead. When tucking B in that night, he declared, "This was the best. Saturday. EVER." Memories. And they didn't cost us a dime. :oD
- I am a very lucky woman with a husband and son who are smart, witty and entertaining. Our son, B, attended public school for two years, and then we embarked on a new adventure in the Fall of 2010 - homeschooling. We don't have all the answers, but we know B and this has been the best thing for him. I blog to preserve our stories and our memories, share recipes, vent and ramble on about our crazy, yet blessed, life. Would you care to follow along?