Procrastination. My middle name...I am seriously putting off the cleaning and organizing of my house. I did work a little bit in the kitchen while Brian took an HOUR to eat a sandwich. He has been finicky about eating lately, and then come bed time he cries because his belly's empty. So I was mean mommy and made him sit and finish. We ended up compromising and he finished most of it and ate some fruit with no problem (he has one serious sweet tooth) and then we played with cars and blocks he got at the birthday party today. So intermittently I took care of the kitchen, such that it's almost done, but that's one room out of my entire house. Argh...
Back to the birthday party, wow that was some entertainment. Not only was it an Arabian princess party, it was one where the girls (and my boy) learned how to belly dance. Yes, yes, hold your laughter please...Brian got a crown, the girls tiaras, and they all got the hip scarves with the "jingles" on them. Brian is all boy, while all the girls shook their hips to listen to them jingle, Brian jumped up and down. He tried to follow the dance instruction but I am pleased to say his future in the NFL has not been compromised by a new found passion to become a dancer. Though Brian loves to dance, in his mind dancing consists of running in circles, jumping up and down, spinning with Mommy, and finishing the song on his knees on the floor in something that can be best described as a gymnastics dismount. Where he learned that one, not quite sure. Anyway, Brian has NO rhythm. That became abundantly clear today. And although I probably said no, and stop running about 50x, he did fairly well at the party, especially considering he does have the attention span of a 3 year old, not a 6 year old. We forgot the camera but I am hoping Michelle got some good pictures I can steal from her on Monday. Brian and his harem of girls...
Naturally, from all the excitement and the sugar high, quickly followed by the crash, of too much birthday cake, Brian fell asleep on the way home. When he woke up from his nap, the sun was already starting to go down and the house was getting dark. He woke up SCREAMING. I ran upstairs (well, as fast as I can run these days) and he was screaming about there being something scary in his room. I reassured him that he was just scared b/c it was dark and everything was OK. Well tonight, after we got ready for bed, read Dumbo (his absolute FAVORITE book-by the way, it's mine from the 70's!!), and brushed our teeth, we walked into his room so I could tuck him in. Brian pointed behind me to the corner that closet sits and said calmly "The lady was standing right there. The lady that scared me was standing over there." My heart leaped into my throat and I spun around and of course, nothing was there. But I am still really uneasy. We live in an 80 year old house. Brian has been "seeing" and "talking" to things since he was an infant. Usually they don't scare him, so they don't really scare us either. So far there has only been two occasions where he was really scared by something, but I guess we can now say three. Freaky. People have suggested we research the history of this house, but I am a little apprehensive about it. After all, we own our house and its not like we can get up and leave if we don't like what we find out. I prefer to think that after 80 years of residents in this house, there is bound to be some energy that is left behind. Whether you want to call that spirits, or ghosts, or an "echo" of people past, so long as we are not fearful, why mess with that?
Enough procrastinating. I am off to finish my projects, or rather, make somewhat of a dent in them. Tomorrow will be a lovely day. Steve is home, and all that is on the agenda is the NEW (as Brian puts it) Madagascar in the movie theater, football, and Steve's chili. Mmmmmm, I can't wait!
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