And this apple is particularly sweet…

by Jillian @ http://blueshelled.com . April 10, 2010 . 1:28PM

99% of the time I am certain that I do not want more children. I do not have the patience and my career is at a point where it doesn’t feel like a feasible option. And then, something like this happens.

Yesterday, my son spilled an entire 10 oz glass of Mountain dew on my end table. The end table was full of stuff, including my usb modem. It made everything sticky and ruined a highly valued pair of noise-cancelling headphones that they no longer make. To say I was upset and disappointed was an understatement.

What made the situation worse was that AJ tried to clean it up without telling me and also without the understanding that Mt. Dew makes everything sticky and nasty. When cleaning it up, you must wipe everything down with a damp cloth in order to avoid what I term “Sticky, nasty mess.” He did not do this, so when I went to pick up the remote control, my hand was covered in nasty slime.

I got angry, told him to get the baby wipes (of which I still keep in this house even though my kid is 9) and wiped everything down. The headphones were not salvageable. Once the end table was clean, I found a cheapie pair of headphones, sighed at not being able to have nice things, and promptly forgot the incident.

When I woke up this morning, I found this note and these pink flowers. And my heart melted.

If you can’t read it, it says:

Dear Mom,
Please take this as a present.

Love,
AJ

I Know you love these flowers on a video game and I’m sorry I messed up your head phones. I’m really sorry so take it. Please. I love you so much.”

He’s right. I do love pink flowers on a video game we play. The kid is a charmer. And so thoughtful and sweet. He is going to make some woman very, very happy.

Another baby? Maybe not out of the question after all. If I had a guarantee that every child I had would be just like this one, I’d have a million.

Filed under: A.J. | Tags: aj, childhood, love my kid, sweet gestures

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A hippie fairytale

by Jillian @ http://blueshelled.com . April 6, 2010 . 3:02PM

There were once some hippie parents that lived down a well-kept knoll. And on the well-kept knoll lived a pair of fun loving parents who adored their only child immensely. This child was a sweet-natured, sensitive child who generally kept to himself, but adored going to visit some of the neighborhood children.

The only child would go down the well-kept knoll to the house of the children of a divorced home who were well-adjusted and liked the only child a great deal. They treated him well, for the most part, with few spats.

However, the hippie parents were those permissive kind. You know, the kind whose kids would NEVER do anything to hurt a fly and who can stay out as late as they want and burn puppies. The kind of parents who raise little smart alecks who don’t have a problem talking tough and being mean to sensitive little only children by throwing water on them while they are playing their mom’s very expensive Nintendo DS. Or who throw stuff at the fun loving dad’s new Honda Element that he loves more than whiskey. Or who ring the doorbell just to upset the four precious, beloved dogs who live in the house and then run away so the fun loving mom can’t smack them in their fool head.

So, the knoll has become volatile as the fun loving dad has sent email after email only to have hippie dad say “boys will be boys” and “I don’t take secondhand information as fact.”

So the fun-loving mom is keeping her eye out. And the hippie parents are gonna get smacked in their hippie heads and the hippie kids are gonna get hit with fun loving paint balls that the fun loving mom is going to go out and buy this weekend because private property is private property and a hippie kid looks an awful lot like a fox or a coyote.

Little hippie brats.

And we’ll all live happily ever after.