Tuesday, March 22, 2011

Bat It Around Some More

One of the many things that I love about Kevin is his ability to get me unstuck when I get stuck, and unfortunately for both of us I get stuck quite often.  What do I mean by stuck?  Those leftovers that have been in the refrigerator too long?  I don't want to move them much less dump the container's contents and clean it.  The stain I don't quite know how to get out of my t-shirt?  Maybe I just won't wash it for a while.  Yeah, that will make it go away.  To my credit, as a stay at home mom I'm forced to confront this tendency of mine a lot, and I am getting better and better at dealing with it, but yet the tendency remains. 

My brother knows about my tendency to get stuck all too well.  I was telling Steve how much I dread potty training Sam and how I don't quite know how to go about it.  Steve's comment?  "Well, just be sure you don't go off and not do it."  Hmmm...I hadn't even thought of that.  (Just kidding)

Unfortunately for little Sam, he seems to have inherited his mother's tendency towards inertia at least when it comes to balloons.  On Sunday night the three of us went out to eat at a restaurant, and Sam received a helium balloon, which he adored.  All the way home he lovingly gazed at it.  He didn't want to go to bed because he didn't want to be separated from his balloon.  We finally got him to sleep by reassuring him that he could play with his balloon in the morning.  I felt a little guilty saying this because I knew in the morning that the balloon would not be quite the same. 

When I picked up Sam to carry him downstairs Monday morning, the first thing he said was "Balloon downstairs."  His balloon of course had sunk to floor.  I explained to Sam what had happened to it, but it was too late.  The balloon, like my stained t-shirt and the rancid leftovers, just couldn't be fixed, and it would just have to remain on the floor maybe forever or at least until nap time.  Sam walked around the floor bound balloon, keeping his distance.  As far as he was concerned, he and the balloon were done, and that was just fine by me, as I now saw the balloon as being kind of creepy just as he did.  

Thank goodness for Kevin who always helps mother and son see things in a different way.  Within five minutes of coming downstairs, Kevin had ingeniously hung the shunned balloon upside down in an empty door frame.  Sam and I now had a balloon tether ball game which was great fun.  Of course, when Kevin went to the kitchen to fix himself a bagel,  Sam and I started staring at the balloon a little too long again.  Sam commented that it looked like an upside down egg.  "Yes, it does,"  I replied.  Before you knew it, we had stopped playing. "Oh no, Kevin, he's getting creeped out again, "  I called.  "Bat it around some more," he replied.  Oh, yes, that is just the thing.  That will do the trick.

2 comments:

  1. I have been anxiously waiting for the next installment.
    Keep them coming
    these are great!

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  2. I'm glad you are enjoying them. Thanks so much for your encouragement. It means so much! I'm still really enjoying the Adele album. It is mesmerizing!

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